Adele had had the best day, and it had taken her a little longer than usual to get settled because she had kept suddenly popping back up to tell Edward some other little detail of the day as if he hadn't been there to see it for himself. He couldn't be too upset with her, though. It had been so good to see her properly playing at the beach. She seemed to have forgotten herself in the moment, and it all became sandy toes and wave-hopping and collecting shells. Shells that she had now showed him about twenty times. She was going to make a necklace with them tomorrow, [and I will also make one for Miss Marian as a present] she told him happily.
This time, when he went to check she was not sitting up making the necklaces secretly, he found her sleeping soundly and he couldn't help but smile fondly. He tucked her in nice and snug, and headed back through to the living room again.
"At last, she has given in," he told Marian as he crossed the room to join her. God. 'Alone' at last. "She has had the best time," he told her. "As have I. You have been a wonderful tour guide," he teased lightly.