"Yes," Connor said. Because clearly there was. And hey, at least now they've reached sand. "Come here, Fiona. We're taking the direct path, I'll drop you off when we're back home," he called, holding out his arms.
Fiona obediently listened, hoping out of the water and into his arms as he turned and headed for the more direct route to the beach house.
"Miguel knows I'm limited. He doesn't seem to mind," Connor said, maybe a bit defensively. Maybe. He looks at Markus with a thoughtful, guarded look. "How many recipes do you have?" He asked.
May be best he doesn't volunteer. Because obviously he should allow the more experienced one to do the work if they wanted. He just....well, he liked being useful.
Double housewife for the kid and skeleton vagabond
Fiona obediently listened, hoping out of the water and into his arms as he turned and headed for the more direct route to the beach house.
"Miguel knows I'm limited. He doesn't seem to mind," Connor said, maybe a bit defensively. Maybe. He looks at Markus with a thoughtful, guarded look. "How many recipes do you have?" He asked.
May be best he doesn't volunteer. Because obviously he should allow the more experienced one to do the work if they wanted. He just....well, he liked being useful.