"Have you thought about readjusting the calibrations? No, that's the default setting. Of course I altered it, I wasn't going to travel around in something that looked like a throwback to the 1870s no matter how much you love that waistcoat." Coraline said into the phone. Sighing, she ran a hand through her hair as she crossed the lawn juggling the lemonade, phone and book in her hands as she went. Waving to Sam with a free hand, she beckoned him over and placed the lemonade down for him. "No, I won't. Because I'm on holiday, don't start. Talk to River. Yes, yes, I'll see you in a week. A week my time, yes. I have to go Sam is here, yes Samuel. Hmm, I know I am naughty. Hanging up now."

Coraline grinned, looking Sam over before putting her phone down on the table.

"Sorry, work related call. I made you some lemonade," Coraline said, reaching out to touch, more stroke, Sam's rather lovely arms. She did love him at this age, so young and eager to please. Undoing her sarong, she smiled before pouring Sam a glass. "I'm going to have a dip, you're welcome to join me anytime Sam."