Since it had happened via the beach chairs, and Steve was getting weird about potentially leaving them behind, they were back at where they'd been stashed on the beach of Fandom.

Which they found had been turned into a sort of porg condominium. Because porgs.

And so, once that had been cleared up, Danny and Steve had settled back onto the chairs. It hadn't seemed to take that long, but shortly after that, it was dark out. But also, the ocean was different. And there was the sound of the party they'd been yanked away from weeks ago filtered down toward them. Because they were back on O'ahu, thank god.

Steve beamed. "Hey, look at that. Think there's any beer left?"

Danny shot him a look and shook his head like he couldn't believe Steve was being Steve about all this. Even if it was a very nice constant to depend on.

[establishy!]