[Chester is alternately patting down and then scooping up sand, giggling all the while. Alice laughs along with him] Perhaps I should put you to work digging the moat. . .

[she looks back at Palmer once he surfaces] Sort of -- the way my mind imagined them, they were awful fish with legs and the ability to shoot acid spit and drag you in with a long sticky tongue. And way more agile underwater than I wanted them to be.