She worked on the idea of swimming a pony from island to island, idly chewing on the ends of a tendril of blonde hair as she did, eventually deciding it wasn't going to make it onto her ever expanding bucket list, mostly because it sounded like it might be more work than it was worth, especially given she had less than no experience with any sort of horse. But ... maybe horseback riding was going on the list. It seemed more manageable. Plus, maybe she'd get a cute instructor or something. Goals!
A fleetingly uncertain glance was given back to her beach set up at Jaime's question, though she masked it rather quickly with her usual enthusiasm. "Nah," came the response, "No one else wanted in on this action. Which, ridiculous, right? Who lets a little drizzle spoil their beach day? Not me, that's who. Might go get a coffee to warm up a little bit, but I'm camping out for the day, no matter what." Okay, so to be fair, most people would have called it with this much ambient dampness, particularly since the 'little drizzle' wasn't letting up and might even have been building. But Maggie wasn't most people. Clearly.