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Liisa 
Busted! She had, in fact, been daydreaming. A lot. Blushing furiously, she sat Mischa on the ground and hurried over towards the others. "Sorry, Mr. Stryker," she murmured, trying to hide her smile. "I'm all yours. Where can I help?" Painting maybe? Were they ready to paint?
As Cove was working, all the plans had been engraved into her head, she couldn't help but over hear the adults conversation. She giggled slightly to what Madam Donovan had said. She smiled as she kept working. She thought of all of the surfboards her and her brother had worked on and thought about the tree ladder they had put up to watch the waves from the tree tops. She was mentally crying, but that didn't mean she wasn't smiling on the outside.