Cerulean Cape At The Edge

She refused him and for a moment he was torn. Was it rude to argue? Was it rude to let her refuse it? The term let her felt rough on his metaphorical tongue. There was something in him that rejected it so completely that no more argument lay in his mind. He would keep it but he would also take her up on her suggestion, brightening. 

He hated the ocean but he had been thinking of an idea when he'd snapped the bird up.

"Oh, well, actually -" he swung his head around to look along the beach. There were no tide pools like he had been shown but maybe if he dug..? "I did have an idea. Do you know how to find, uh...'crabs'? Or something like that - like, smaller and moves a bit?" he hoped she had more beach experience than he did.