The goblin’s eyes narrowed and he skilled off, heading back into the booth. June was silent for a moment before tipping her head back to look at him. “Do demons look at hips?” she asked, her voice small and sad, having lost the excitement she had about swimming only minutes prior.
She looked like she didn’t quite believe him but nodded, looking down at herself for a moment. “You said you found a swimsuit?”
He still had his hand on her shoulder. "Yes. This one." He showed her a more modest two piece, with a flowery design on them.
He squeezed her shoulder gently. "I saw this thing I wanted to try." He offered her a few coins as he picked out some black swim shorts. "We should get these and then go look."
She looked up at him and tilted her head. “You are such a relief,” she said quietly. “No, this is perfect. Thank you.”
He brushed her hair back gently before paying the salesman with a small glare before turning to her gently. "C'mon."
When he turned back to her, he would see her staring in a mirror. Her brows were furrowed and she had a sad, uncertain look on her face. He watched her press her hands against her hips and then move her hands against her waist, as if seeing the difference between them. She seemed confused, looking down at herself in real life. When he spoke, though, she dropped her hands, looking up at him quickly. “Where did you see the disc?”
He frowned, putting an arm over her shoulder. "It's this way." He lead her to a stand that sold beach balls and other games. He pointed at a bright red frisbee.
She tilted her head as she squinted at it before her face brightened. “Oh! A flying disc! We got one once for the dog. They’re fun.”
He led her back to the camp and set down their things. "They probably have places to change somewhere around here."
