Sitting undercover in a little beach hut by the water, the girl and her mum huddled together with a thermas of tea between them. They sipped at the tea, holding the cups with bare hands, watching steam rise, dancing around their noses. The sun was setting and the mountains were still pale pink puddings, straight out across the water. The girl stuck her hand out with her nose in the air. Her partner in crime, her mother, stuck her nose up in response and with an air of formality and seriousness, handed her the Kvikk Lunsj. The girl giggled and snapped a piece off. As the biscuit crunched between her teeth and milk chocolate melted on her tongue, warming her mind and relaxing her body, she heard a voice. Looking outside again, she was surprised to see her little friend hooting and yelling from a small floating device in the water.

"Ahoy there!" He said in his proper posh accent, pronouncing each sound and vowel with lots of time and precision. "Ahoy, sailor!" He was paddling around in the still, sparkling water. Colours shining metalic as if he were splashing around in liquid mercury.

She hugged her mug closer to her, whistling lightly into her tea and letting the steam tickle her nose. Cheeks pink and rosey, eyes watering slightly from the crisp air that was lowering in temperature the more the sun disappeared. She smiled slightly, watching her little friend that wasn't so little, make a fool of himself. She even thought she saw a whale poke its nose up out of the water as he waved his pirate hat in a bow to greet the beast by his boat. It was rather a spectacle.

Her mother leaned in closer and hummed a little tune. "Mmm... It is very beautiful, your dessert landscape."