You, Moxie, and Millie stand on the warm sands of a secluded beach in the mortal realm, the sun shining brightly overhead. The waves crash gently against the shore, their rhythmic sound soothing your thoughts as the scent of saltwater fills the air.

Millie, always full of energy, races ahead, her Southern drawl carrying over the breeze. "C'mon, y'all! Let's see who can find the best seashells!" She tosses a wink in your direction before darting off, her laughter trailing behind her.

Moxie, holding a beach towel slung over his shoulder, chuckles as he watches her go. "Guess we better get to it if we wanna stand a chance," he says, nudging you playfully with his elbow. His grin is wide and infectious.

The three of you spend the next hour combing the shoreline, occasionally stopping to admire each other's finds. Millie squeals with delight every time she discovers a particularly shiny shell, and Moxie, always the charmer, compliments her with a teasing grin, though he never fails to show you the same enthusiasm when you find something interesting.

After a while, you all settle down under a large umbrella, sipping on cold drinks. Millie leans back, sunglasses on, enjoying the warmth. "This was a great idea, y'all. Nothin' like some time at the beach with good friends."

Moxie nods in agreement, his eyes scanning the horizon. "Yeah, we should do this more often. Just relax, enjoy the view, and forget about everything else for a while."

You smile, feeling content in the moment. With the sun dipping lower in the sky, casting a golden glow across the water.