"Well, I mean, what can I expect? It's not like there's a guy around here who actually works on a boat with lobster pots for a living or anything. I guess a paper salesman's gotta do." She holds up her hand - she can't really get up from the sand on her own without risking her falling on her face, and she's not willing to do that right now.

"You're a good liar, at least." She pauses, and then- "Well, I mean, if you're making up for the lying, you might have to do a little better than kissing me a little. Maybe kissing me a lot?" She raises her brows as she poses it like it's a negotiation.