[ Their hard-earned feathers are quickly tucked away for safe keeping (where? In her swimsuit top since there isn't anywhere else to put them considering she'd left her things behind at her sunbed) before she turns her attention to their other accidental prizes.

The comb seems clean enough save for a couple of blonde hairs in it. Thankfully those can easily be picked out. The fork and the condom however - well, if the welcome memo had been any indication, the latter would probably come in handy. Probably. Although if she's being honest sex is the last thing on her mind when she's trying to avoid being publicly spanked. ]

You never know when you'll need a comb. Not to mention my hair is probably going to be a mess after today. Wait - [ For a moment she blinks as if confused by the offered sunglasses. ] really? But these look so good on you. They really accentuate your eyes. I wouldn't want to take those away. I don't even know your name!