"Got spares dontcha?"

"I dunno what happens if one of me dies!"

"Good point. Hey, Lil, think you could break glass with your thing?"

"I don't know. Sounds dangerous."

"You sound like Sadde."

She grimaces. "No I don't."

"She's always like, 'that's dangerous', or 'you're terrible, everyone here is terrible!'"

She folds her arms. "Bring something made of glass here."

A few teleports later, and he has a glass.

"...put it somewhere it won't cut you."

He puts it on a rock near the trees.

She screams.

It shatters.

"Badass!"

She bows.

"I was right, I was right!"

"Yes yes we get it," she says, rolling her eyes.

The island has enough room that nobody has to share a room if they really don't want to. Maurice rather speedily obtains permission to spend the night.

Carol thinks this is endearing.

"So, I have a room set up here."

"Of course you do, you practically live here, they said."

"That's an exaggeration...only every other weekend. Half the holidays....some Christmases. But they practically live at my place, too!"

"Do they have rooms there?"

"Well, no, but my mums aren't crazy super rich and don't own a volcano."

"There you go then."

He leads her to his room. Unsurprisingly, it's filled with half finished paintings. Someone evidently moved another bed in.