She pats the sand in front of her, inviting him to sit, and shifts so as to more properly display the flat side of her boot she's folding on. Her lantern consists of differently colored sides; she turns it so their light isn't tinted.

"You're best off with a perfect square. I've just been cutting these, they work fine but don't blame any wonky edges on anything else."

She presents her current selection, fanned out from one hand. Pick a color, any color.