He looks back over at his wife and child just in time to witness Integra wind the bun at the back of Gregoria's head. The corners of his lifts curve upward in quiet appreciation and not entirely sure what to do with the swell of emotion in his chest, he instead redirects his attention back to castle-building. Who knew that there would be circumstances where building structures in the sand would be the preferable course of action?

"Now, how deep was this moat supposed to be?"