“It’s an island, she can’t go that far,” Wyatt pointed out. If he could take the easy teasing he could dish it out just as easily. “Every direction is water, and so long as she stays away from the animals that’ll eat her, you’d find her eventually.” There was even a spot in the resort for lost kids, like they were Disneyland or something. He was no expert, but if he had a kid to watch out for he’d make sure they didn’t end up in the Lost Kid Corral.
When he starts asking about the shops though, that’s when Wyatt is left picking his brain. It’s been awhile since he walked around Haven or headed over that way for anything other than the necessities. “They got a little craft store thing, some clothing places, you know the usual kind of stuff you’d see near a resort.” The concierge probably had pamphlets about it. “Check with Allen tomorrow, he’d probably be able to talk your ear off about all the shops ‘round this place.” He couldn’t see Nate clothing shopping, but if he had a daughter and sisters it might be inevitable?
Those were the kinds of things that Wyatt just didn’t know from being an only kid.
“Maybe you should send one of your family, actually, ‘Less you want to get caught up in that conversation.” Allen, the concierge, usually turned his nose up at Wyatt and all of his grease stains and southern drawl.