Vianna's giggles only grew as Ferris called out to her, asking her to at least be careful, that the last thing he wanted was a knocked out wife. At this, the young girl laughed lightly, though she was making sure not to run onto any trees and often checked the ground to make sure she wasn't about to step on anything dangerous or nasty; she was barefoot, after all. But it was then, after a couple more moments of running in this playful competition, that the couple left the dirty grounds of the forest and were met by the soft, warm sands of the beach shore instead. Vianna grinned at the sight, her crystal blue eyes sparkling as she neared the crystalline waters only to be knocked into the incoming waves, her husband catching her completely off-guard as his arms wrapped around the girl's slender waist. Vianna wiped the water and hair off her face as she fell to the wet sand, though not beneath the water as they were still not deep enough to be drowning just yet. "That wasn't very nice, Mr. Rotten Egg!" said Vianna accusingly, though there was playfulness and amusement on her smile, and a moment later she was sneaking her way out of the boy's grip, looking to roam into deeper waters and cause more mischief as she so often liked to do.