Boardwalk, [ he says briskly; reaches out and taps Daisy's shoulder, and then steers them away from the sand, over to where their shoes hit the wooden planks instead. It's easier-going here, but he still slows even further until he's practically at an amble beside her. He doesn't actually want to make her vomit on their second sort-of-not-date. ]
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You doing okay?