Mara sighed a little. "Sand is monochrome," she said quietly. "It only comes in white and black and yellow and grey, and only one color to a beach." Maybe she could experiment with berry juices or something.

She took another sip of soup. "'All right' is relative, with me. But thank you for asking."

Her eyes tracked longingly back to a pair of seagulls dogfighting over the beach, and then she glanced at Chris awkwardly and fidgeted. They were Having A Conversation and she wasn't the best at that, especially with men. "Um," she mumbled, looking at her shoes.