[ Oh, the pen. The thought just then seems to dawn on him.
Treading over, he snags the pen out of the sand, holding it aloft triumphantly. ]
There it is! I surely owe you one, ma'am! What's your name, so I can thank ya properly?
[ All the while as he speaks, he's plodding clumsily up the sand towards her, putting a frankly absurd amount of effort into each step to not fall over. He's a disaster. ]
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Treading over, he snags the pen out of the sand, holding it aloft triumphantly. ]
There it is! I surely owe you one, ma'am! What's your name, so I can thank ya properly?
[ All the while as he speaks, he's plodding clumsily up the sand towards her, putting a frankly absurd amount of effort into each step to not fall over. He's a disaster. ]