"If I've been putting it off, then it's hardly spontaneous, is it?" Raine inquires, a small frown knitting her brows. "I do keep meaning to go out to the shell's edge again soon, I suppose, but it isn't dreadfully important." She just wants to take a look at the horizon, and see how close she can get to the sea before promptly beginning to pretend it doesn't exist again.

At least twice. Please. "I'll have you know I've had fun at least three times." This last she does mean as a joke, but her tone misses the mark a little and it comes out sounding more serious.