Beach: Felicity and Van
"No, the worst idea would be asking Mr. Cavanaugh," Felicity said, "Though I'd pay to see the look on his face." She grinned at him and then listened. Turf wars. She wanted to hear more about it but it was clear Van didn't want to talk more, since he was packing up to go. Not surprising. It would've surprised her if he stuck around to tell her more.
She gave a wave, "See you around. We'll need to use that whistle again though." She leaned back in her chair and continued to soak up the rays.