I stare blankly at the waves as they roll along the beach. What am I doing out here? I hate the bleeding ocean. I should have just convinced Rory to stay in the room. I feel a shift on the chair and glance at her. "I'm fine love." I mutter, meeting her concerned gaze.

She smiles carefully. "No you're not, but you're pretty good at hiding it." She pauses. "Logan's organizing Frisbee, and I said I'd play if you play. Come stand in the water, we're supposed to be the shallow end."

I blink quickly. "That water?" I nod at the ocean.

She nods. "Baby steps Finn. I know I said I wouldn't push, but Logan's serious about the Frisbee thing, and he doesn't know you'd rather not be in the ocean. Hey, Colin's playing, and that's always funny."

I breathe deeply. "Frisbee?" I grimace. "Does he realize how stupid that is?"

She shrugs. "Somehow I doubt it. You forget, he thinks anything he's not used to doing is adventurous. He's never played Frisbee in the ocean."

I sit up straighter. "Shallow water Frisbee, not surfing or speed-boat activities, correct?"

"I still think it's weird you're okay on a yacht or a cruise ship." She grins.

"Floating houses and hotels have areas where one can avoid the expanse of water love." I smile. "You're sure I have to have you on my team?"

She grabs my hand and pulls me towards the others. "Unfortunately for you, yes."

I laugh lightly and follow, pausing briefly when I feel the water wash over my feet. God I missed that. Oooh. Foamy. I pull her closer. "It's foamy." I whisper happily, and meet her smiling eyes.

"So it is." She touches her lips to mine softly. "Not so hard is it?"

"Starting to wonder why I was so afraid to come back in." I bend down and pass a hand through the water. "Aneli…bloody hell, she would be so pissed at me for taking this long to come back." I mutter softly. Maybe I'll head out to the waves before dinner.

I feel Rory crouch next to me. "Yeah, well. You're sort of stubborn." She grins.

"Heads up!" Logan's voice calls, and I glance up to see a Frisbee flying at us.

I pluck it out of the air, and glare at him. "We were having a moment, thank you very much!"

"Have your freaking moments in private like the rest of us for once. We're sick of watching them."

"No, you're jealous Steph won't let you do the same as us." I fling the Frisbee at Lane, who squeals until Colin grabs it.

"The whole point to this is to send them to each other you idiot." Colin calls. "Not the girls."

I glance at Rory, who shrugs. "We're just supposed to stand here and look pretty."

I sigh. "Go back to the beach and do that. You're distracting me out here." I pluck the Frisbee out of the air as she hesitates. "I'm good love. Even considering paddling out on a plank later." I admit softly.

"Will you teach me?"

I wince. "I'll hire a professional to teach you. It's been a while since I went out, and I don't want to risk hurting you."

"You don't have to do it now, some other trip maybe. I just…I want you to teach me if I'm going to learn."

"Finn! I said no moments!" Logan calls, and I sigh, flinging the Frisbee at Colin.

I nod at Rory. "Now go find something girly to do on the beach."

As we walk up the beach towards the girls late in the afternoon, I realize Rory has fallen asleep. Now why would she go and do that? I stop Logan and Colin. "They fell asleep." I tell them.

Logan sighs. "You've got some kind of a plan, don't you?"

I sigh. "I have to get to the kitchens mate. Not to mention making sure her mum is still upstairs. You know that. Just…distract her for a half-hour, and then send her up to our room. We'll do more extraordinary activities tomorrow."

"With Lorelai here." Logan clips. "Her mother." He sighs. "We're going to have to plan less extreme things."

I turn to face him carefully, even as I hear Colin snicker. "Huntz, how many times have you met Lorelai?"

"Plenty." He clips.

"In any of those meetings, has she ever given you the impression that you would have to scale back your plans for a weekend at the beach?"

"She's Ace's mother."

"Has Rory ever made you curb your plans?" He's awfully thick sometimes. It's not like I invited his parents. I invited Lorelai.

"No, but she's one of us, she gets it."

"She's the conservative of the two." I cut him off. "Lorelai is constantly pushing Rory to stretch her comfort zone. Granted, she's never been a fan of my tendency to neglect to inform her when I'm taking her daughter to a foreign country, but I'm working on it."

"You're saying I can plan a yacht party?" Logan quirks an eyebrow.

"And Lorelai will be the first one to have a margarita."