They strolled down the wooden path that ran alongside the beach. Finnick clutched a piece of blue-green glass in his hand, turning it over, looking at it with profound interest.
"Finnick, put that down. You're going to hurt yourself," Annie warned, taking on her motherly tone.
He sighed. "You know, you don't have to be so-"
She took the glass from his hand, glaring at him. She pitched it into the sea, where it splashed loudly and disappeared under the waves. "Now it's the sea's glass," she said, squeezing his hand. They both smiled.
For the Caesar's Palace prompt set: Sea glass.