Léan shrugged, closing his eyes again. "I don't feel like getting up yet. But we probably should..." he admitted, reluctantly. He felt like he could spend another hour or so just laying down and resting, not sleeping.

"Well, check out the window," Glory said. "We can see the whole beach from here, so if there's anyone waiting for us, we should know now instead of being surprised later."

Léan groaned, in a protesting sort of way, and shook his head. "I know he's out there...I don't need to check. I can hear him."

Outside, there was a soft, but distinctive chittering noise that indicated Archie was probably waiting outside.

Glory listened for a moment, and heard the sounds as well.

"I hear it, but don't understand it," she said. "Move over." Leaning up, she opened the window. "We can hear you, you know," she called.

There was a loud squeal. "Hi!" Archie called, sounding excited. He had been out hunting when they'd returned, and thankfully didn't know yet.

"I would say it's too early to be that hyper, but it's probably not," Glory said.

"It's never too early for me to be hyper," Archie retorted. He was floating around on his back--it seemed that Damon had the baby, since he didn't have her.

"As I've become increasingly aware," Glory said dryly. "Remind me again why you're staking out the beach?"

"I'm waiting for my unsuspecting victim to come back outside," Archie sang, grinning. He was obviously talking about Léan. He wanted to tackle him, and give him a death-hug.

"Whatever you think you're planning," Glory said, "I think not." It didn't take a genuis to know what he was thinking.

Archie pouted, and huffed. "Fine. Be unfun like he is. I've got other fun things to do that unfun old crabs like you two don't understand." He turned and dove underwater, swimming away. He'd be back later, to wreak havoc again.

Glory blinked. He'd actually sounded a bit offended.

"Weird..." she said.

"He's always weird," Léan quipped, absently. He was still curled up, far too comfortable to get up just yet. But he would if she insisted.

"No, that seemed like an unusually fast mood swing, even for him," Glory said as she cuddled closer to him. "Doesn't he normally try to annoy you a little more before calling you not fun?" He'd never called HER unfun before, though, which made it even more unusual.

Léan cuddled closer, as well. "I wasn't out there. He probably assumed I couldn't hear, or was asleep..." he muttered, sleepily. "He'll cheer up."

"If you say so..." Glory stayed cuddled with him, content to lay there for a while. They could always go back outside later.

That peace didn't last as long as Léan had hoped. His stomach started to grumble at him. He groaned, not sure whether to be embarrassed or whine about food.

Glory couldn't help but giggle a bit.

"You should have said something," she said, sitting up. "Come on, if I have to get up, you do too."

Léan sat up unwillingly, shaking his head. His hair was always oddly coarse when he was outside of water for too long, and often stuck to his head.

"We have two options," Glory said. "We can either raid the kitchen, or head outside and see what's around the reef." She was fine with either option, really, and the second option even gave her a chance to see where their shark got to. She hadn't seen it when they got back, and she was wondering where it was.

Léan seemed to find the idea of fresh fish just dandy, because his tail swished back and forth happily. "I think skimming the reef would be good. Unfortunately, however..." he glanced at his broken arm, "...I can't hunt. So..." He looked at her almost pleadingly...he wanted her to try hunting.

"Yeah, yeah, fine," Glory said, rolling her eyes teasingly. She'd already figured that a trip out to the reef would turn into a 'learning experience'. "Am I also supposed to act as a meat-shield for when your brother comes back?"

Léan smiled apologetically. "I...would rather not aggravate my injured arm. Well, he'd be aggravating it...but still..." He shuddered at the thought of having the pain he'd had before once again.

"Then it's a good thing I'd already assumed such things," Glory replied. Leaning over, she gave him a kiss. "I'm ready to head outside whenever you are. All I need to do is change and bring the towel outside."

Léan nodded, and his stomach grumbled again. He scowled. "My stomach is ready," he informed her, grinning and trying not to laugh.