Edgeworth is sure the expression on his face must match Integra's. God knows he's never successfully mastered the art of not letting his emotions play out through his body language. He hopes he at least doesn't look as pained as he feels. He releases Integra's hand just before glancing over his shoulder, wistfully staring at the chair he'd been relaxing on. He wishes he'd brought his towel with him, because now getting sand everywhere seems inevitable.

Still, it's going to be impossible to help Gregoria standing up, so he settles down in the sand next to her, ignoring the way his joints ache as he lowers himself down to the ground. He rarely, if ever, sits on nothing like this. Fatherhood: always an adventure.

"We can. I can't recall - did it have a moat?"