It's fine if she wants to do laps; he figures she's not going to join him in trying to fight the surf, or making sandcastles in the wet sand just to destroy them in various, overdramatic ways. He needs the moment alone for a bit of catharsis; it'd be better if he had some firecrackers, but his own hands (and foot) will have to do for now.

Eventually he wanders off, not too far, in order to get some food and a colorful, fruity alcoholic drink. It helps a lot more than he wants to admit, and it helps put him in the right mindset for the searching questions ritual.

It doesn't take long from him to switch from "trying to guess the right answer" to "trying to come up with the most outlandish, hilarious ones". It's merely coincidence when some of them actually manage to be way closer to the truth than he intended.

But for the review ceremony...

He'd be a lot more worried if he hadn't just finished his drink. More stones this time -- should equal another good time, right?

"Probably would get more cheese in the holes in Swiss," he jests, a self-depreciatory jab at himself and his terrible memory. "Shouldn't take that long," he says with a wink, holding out his arm for her to help herself. Ladies first -- she gets to choose whatever posture they should be in for the ritual.