How is it my fault that you can't control yourself...?!

[ She's not protesting about being scooped up, at least... though she doesn't put her arms around his neck like she usually does, instead clinging onto his shirt to keep herself steady. Yup. She's definitely still fuming. ]

Next time I can go to the beach, you're absolutely not invited. You can stay home and sulk on your own if I can't trust you not to get like this about it.

[ She pokes his cheek... ]

And when we get home, you're definitely not coming to bed with me.