After many years of studying body language through peoplewatching, Soren was good at catching things. The hairtoss wasn't lost on him, but he grinned in return at the giggles. "Portkey." They walked to the nearest one, and when they got close enough, Soren took Maison's hand and tapped it with his other. He didn't want his new friend to drown.
They ended up near the house, and Soren smiled, turning toward the door to go take off his boots. The sand and surf always made him smile, and he heard Dog and Arthur scampering around in the fenced-in area they'd set up for the dogs. "Hope you don't mind animals."