Conan adjusts the bag over his shoulder as he cranes his neck a little to look up at Glorfindel.

"Nothing's wrong." He sighs a little. "I suppose I'm just realizing that its been a long time since I was at the beach without someone else deciding the plans."

For the past year the kids had usually dragged him off on a treasure hunt of some sort, until they stumbled across the inevitable murder case. He'd solved so many scuba diving cases.