Saoirse watches, for a moment wondering if Jordan will try to play it. One of her socks is half off, fabric rolling up on itself on its way down her wet foot. The other is a soggy ball on the sand already. When she hears Greta, she perks and nods. Yes, she'll play later! But first, she wants to keep playing football.

Her sock goes flying as it finally lets go of her toes. Cu chases after it, and brings back a small hunk of wood, instead. Saoirse giggles, pushing her windblown hair out of her face.