Clary fumbled with her phone, her real phone, as she flipped it open and punched in the number, before half slamming it against her ear. She half bounced on the spot as the phone finally connected and started to ring. "Come ooon. Caaathy." she half whined to empty space infront of her.
That man of yours really is clueless, isn't he? We're talking on the boards. With your blessing, I'll gladly give him a shove in the right direction. A kick, if it's necessary.
Containing an over-sized beach towel (navy blue), a bottle of SPF-30 sunscreen, and a bright orange, plastic sand pail and shovel set. Enclosed is a note, unsigned but bearing the message: Get excited.