Shivering at the odd feeling, Cass set the tablecloth down on the sand, and the food on the cloth before hugging Henn once she'd set down the rest of it. "It doesn't get less weird, that's for sure. Hey Henn," He whispered, kissing her cheek, "Next time I go to Haiti, I want you to come with me." He slid his fingers into the grass of her skirt, tugging it slightly. "There's an open air market that I think I'd like to poke around with you."
He looked towards Soren, and smiled, "He's only fun on shopping trips if it involves food or clothes."