She laughed at Valla's admission of not thinking of things that they were talking about, "I'm not the one who is learning magic... I have a bunch of time to just sit around and think.  You've got pleasant distractions as well.  How long are we going to let him sit out there?" she said, her eyes drifting back to him with a pleasant smile.  She exhaled softly, enjoying the company and the view.  "You need to come around more often.  Especially once we figure out cake.  He can come too..." she laughed again.<br/><br/>Abby's head turned when she heard her name.  Another man was approaching - a beanstalk of a man - easily the tallest man on the island, but probably the skinniest.  His name was Spencer and, unlike most of them, his trade fit them well on the island.  He was a carpenter and a good one at that.  If Abby was the friendly ear, he was her hands.  He was always helping out, always lending a hand.  Most of his tools had been salvaged so he could create quite a few things to help out.  The fence, most recently, although he was still working on a gate, trying to improvise some rope.  "Abby, can I get your help?" he asked, turning and bowing slightly to Valla.  "Valla, nice to see you again."  Spencer didn't have a mean bone in his body, everyone knew that.<br/><br/>Abby turned back to Valla and smiled, "Maybe there is someone else for me," she whispered, her mind racing with their discussion, "You have a good day and have some fun with Tommy tomorrow.  Just not too much fun," she kidded, kissing Valla's cheek before standing.  She called out to Tommy who turned and waved his own hand, but then walked away with Spencer.  Tommy's head slowly turned to Valla, hair damp as he rose.  His pants were soaked and they stuck to his legs, but he didn't care.  Walking onto the beach, he grabbed his shirt and flapped the sand out of it, holding it in his hands as he approached.<br/><br/>"Good talk?"