"I think your destination was the white stag instead of my hair." Melody chuckled sweetly. She certainly remembered that he was in pursuit of a white deer earlier. Maybe one day he would find it again? She hoped he would. If not, maybe she could draw it or take a picture of it, if she, herself, crossed paths with the deer. His reassurance that she would be okay at the beach seemed to give her a bout of confidence. Something that she hadn't felt in a long time.<br/><br/>"I'll try not to be concerned. Though if something happens, I will help you however I can. I just hope for our sake that things will be fine. I also want to fix a small little dinner we can have while we watch the stars...if that's okay of course." she felt nervous saying that. She hadn't cooked for anyone but herself since she moved out of her adopted parents' home. She did love to cook, but she had no one to experience her cooking. Her food tasted good...to her anyways. Soon, she saw him guzzle down the coffee like it was no big deal. Didn't he scald his mouth, throat, and internal organs with that liquid? Then he proceeded to ask her about her life here in Chincoteague.<br/><br/>"Well, I do live alone in the home that was inherited to me by my late grandfather...my adopted dad's father. He saw me as a miracle of God, and I was his favorite. I had so many happy memories with him, actually...I do miss him from time to time. Living in Chincoteague isn't that bad except when everyone knows everyone. All the gossip and drama circulates quickly as well, and unfortunately, after I found out I was a siren, some local teenagers spread rumors...though they're true, but the town doesn't need to know that. I just ignore it though, and most of the town did too. They just assumed it was to start drama. I just live life at my own pace, really."