Lance stood slowly, stretching himself out a bit, not nearly as chipper as the bouncing Miss Morgan. His stride was much more careful as he followed her back to the shore, casting a couple of drying and cleaning charms on himself before slipping back into his clothes.
"Dinner sounds terrific. I'm starving too. What are yeh feeding me?" he asked, smirking at her. "As for a trip to the States, we'll have to revisit that idea once I finish this case and yehr season is over. Because I am not going to believe yeh till I see it with my own eyes."