"Seriously?" she asks, reaching to take the shell from him. It's not that she doesn't believe him, mind, it's just -- well, like Dylan has said, she's still in awe of everything they can do, the magic, real or otherwise, not about to lose its charm now, if ever. Shaking her head, that in mind, she turns the shell over in her hand, then looks up at Jack, radiating dim amusement. "If there's a spa, you're gonna have to teach me how to get there."

What girl could say no to the idea of a spa on the beach?