That gets a mischievous grin out of Korrin. "Then it'd be an appropriate decoration for the grove, wouldn't it? It's their own damn fault for doing it at this time of year anyway, only an idiot shags out in the Frostbacks at this time of year with no protection from the elements. In the summer, though, with a blanket as barrier from things that can get stuck to your ass? It has some appeal.

...and ugh, no beach sand getting into various cracks ever again. I'll be fine with a beach view, but right on it is such a terrible idea. I've learned my lesson." She leans in to brush her lips against Araceli's forehead, content to just sit for a while now that she has the perfect company to do it with. "You know, I swear one of those singing had a strong Orlesian accent. They must have been hammered beyond belief."