"It's very fucking hard to not make fun of you." Listen she has been doing her absolute best to behave because she feels bad about what happened here. And she wants to help clear the beach up, fix things, make it better. But she does not have endless willpower and someone is very trying.

Still, not the worst idea. Consolidating as much muck together will make it easier, and ice floats right, it'll get it nice and out of the way.

"Alright, we have a plan." She slipped the goggles off her hip. She isn't sure it's a good plan because she's not entirely sure what Dean's half of this is, but it still technically qualifies as enough of a plan for government work. "Provided you're out of terrible fucking alliteration."