"I can teleport here." Matilda interjects, peeking up at the others to make sure no ones's shoving sausage up their nose or something equally horrifying like that. It might sound like a brag if she didn't sound so weirdly unsure of herself. She pauses to politely dab at her mouth with a napkin.

"If it's not the beach... what kind of place are we going to? Is it dangerous?"