"Yes, dear." He echoed, still grinning. "You'll be so entertained you won't have time to plan my murder, I promise. But I'll make sure before we leave that you get everything in the event of my untimely demise." He was an excellent swimmer, though. Beckett was good at just about all things athletic, given enough practice. He wasn't good at many things, but he was good with his body.

After plucking a sandwich from the plate, he ate it before she could steal it, following it with a sip of wine. "But if you did throw yourself overboard, I would hope you would make it worth my while." Beckett was pleased she was giving as good as she got. He'd missed this when hew as busy with the quidditch season; events were never boring with June around.