The thief crinkled his nose at the idea of work and shook his head slowly at Jack. "Wo'k sounds stupid. You shou'd do wo'k like dada's!" And he looked so pleased with himself when he said that as though it was such an easy thing to do. Of course in the mind of a two year old it would be.
The two others giggled at the mention of the sand castle again and fidgeted in the seat which warned Don that they'd be getting up soon. "You haven't played in the sand with my three little terrors," Don replied back calmly, reaching out the ruffle the hair of the one closest to him.
"It looked like you got a great number of the group to show up." He wondered how hard it would be to get them all to show up. On the journals, that is. It wasn't that hard to get the whole group together.
He nodded, still wondering if he'd made the right choice on what he'd sent her. "I didn't send her anything big really. Just a note attached to some of my old sunglasses." They were good sunglasses and still in good condition and she'd been so excited and whatnot and so he'd promised he'd send her something.
"You're like a one man band." Don himself could play more than the bass, but still to hear someone else say how much they could do was really neat. "You should do what we did. Hit up some other musicians and start a band. You might end up the next big thing."