"Good. Because I love pineapple." There was another laugh, airy and bright, but as Momoko's tone grew softer, Emma turned her attention towards the pair that approached. Her own lips pursed, a small frown settling on her lips, and she pushed her bare feet down, scuffing at the sand to slow her pace.
"I think they want to swing with us," she said softly, a little wary, but refusing to think anything other than the positive.