Jack started paddling towards the pier, and Robin followed.
Once they reached the pier and climbed out of the water, he led her towards the bungalow.
"You haven't seen the waterfall yet. We can go talk there," he said as they walked.
"Won't it be too loud?" she asked.
"No, it's a small waterfall and rather quite so it won't interfere."
Once they were past the bungalow and on the trail that led to the waterfall, she said, "I talked to my grandparents about what you said."
"And?"
He'd hoped she would, but hadn't suggested it to her because he was worried she might refuse out of stubbornness if he did.
She sighed. "They mostly agreed with you."
"Mostly?" He was curious in what ways they might have disagreed.
"Grandpa laughed when I told him what you said about it, but Grandma said there was no such thing as a wedding industrial complex."
"Did they disagree with anything else?"
"No," she said, subdued.
"Does it bother you that they agreed with me?"
