"Would it?" He frowns, raising a confused eyebrow. "Won't they think we're just... a bunch of ordinary young people, chilling around a playground?"

But then, his eyes light up as a different idea comes to him.

"Ooh ooh ooh! Or we could make up a cover story. We cooouuuld pretend to be sand inspectors! We've been sent by the state board to check the quality of the sand, one grain at a time!" Ange should feel proud that her words inspired such a plan.