[ He takes a seat on the sand with a soft sigh of relief, rolling his eyes a bit at the comment as he does. ]

Yeah, I might go visit them again, as long as they don't try to curse me— ...uh, again.

[ A shifty look toward her as he catches himself. And swiftly moves on, throwing himself onto his back in the sand a little dramatically for good measure, before lying splayed out and staring up at the sky. The sun isn't high enough to bother his eyes from this angle, so he can just appreciate the clouds and colors — and more important, he's a good enough ways up onto the shore that he doesn't worry about the tides coming and tickling at exposing his convenient cover-up here. He rolls his head over to one side to look at her again, playing it all very casual. ]

So— there aren't any merpeople or sea monsters or anything like that where you're from?