"Of course. Who else would fetch you sea shells and other thingamabobs like Ariel?" She replies with a crooked, amused grin of her, watching Riley draw in the sand while gnawing on her cake.

"But naturally. Made a spectacle more of himself, really. Has to let everyone know who runs this town and all." Moira manages to flatten the bitterness before it seems overly much into her voice, but it remains there.