Ocean's Breath Plateau a feast, but the seating is strange

Well, she sighed, there were traps when I left. The beach was now smooth with little evidence of the shallow holes previously dug. Ying pawed at the sand, pushing away the newest supply to reveal empty imprints. Let's dig some more, I guess.

Their game could still happen, but it required a slight change to the rules. She looked up at Lei with a mischevious glimmer in her eye. Let's see who can dig a trap the fastest. You know how? If not, Ying would proceed to demonstrate and explain before circling back to her starting point.