Right, right. This wasn't an ordinary resort. His mother had said that the Sanditon should be an 'experience', whatever that meant, so he supposed she knew more than him about the place. Archie only hoped that they wouldn't be accosted by security by running around the beach with a machete in-hand.
"It's a plan, then," he said, placing his gift in her lap (a seashell necklace, a box of chocolates, gold and red hair ribbons, and a model magic carpet that flew when touched) while he opened his own. He held the remembrall in his hand and smiled as it turned red—he'd already forgotten something! But what?
He set it aside for a moment and flipped through the book's pages and examined the socks, turning to look at Sunday a moment later. "I love every single thing! Thank you," he said in a soft, sincere tone before leaning over to wrap his arms around her shoulders in a hug.
"It's a plan, then," he said, placing his gift in her lap (a seashell necklace, a box of chocolates, gold and red hair ribbons, and a model magic carpet that flew when touched) while he opened his own. He held the remembrall in his hand and smiled as it turned red—he'd already forgotten something! But what?
He set it aside for a moment and flipped through the book's pages and examined the socks, turning to look at Sunday a moment later. "I love every single thing! Thank you," he said in a soft, sincere tone before leaning over to wrap his arms around her shoulders in a hug.