At first, Rose had not been able to settle properly onto the swing. She sat restlessly for a bit before standing up, holding on to one chain and then the other as she balanced easily but precariously. Then she settled over the swing on her stomach, legs and arms hanging down towards the sand, and kicked and pushed herself to swing higher, until she felt a little bit sick from the pressure on her stomach. Finally, she sat normally on the swing, shoes off, drawing designs in the sand with her bare toes.
She looked up at Dennis when he spoke though, and grinned. "That sounds fun," she said. "I usually don't like sleeping off the ground." He had probably not noticed that she tended to end up with her pillows and blankets in the corner between her bed and the wall, because she always made her bed again in the morning so it looked as if she'd slept in it. But that was just a habit, it wasn't a secret from Dennis and Justin and Colin, who wouldn't be mad at her for it like her foster parents had been. "But I think I might be able to sleep in a hammock. Completely off the ground would be better than kind of - in the middle."