"Whoa!" She said when Ben picked her up in a princess carry, casually, as if she weighed nothing at all, and started to walk.
"Sorry, Bea. I should've taken it easy on you."
She smiled up at him. "No worries, Ben. I should've spoken up."
He frowned, "It's my job to watch out for you. I didn't do a good job."
"I didn't make your job any easier, then." They walked in silence for a while. "This is gonna take all day to get us home," she eventually said, her head lolling.
"I can run with you." He took a few running steps, but her head jostled and he stopped. "No. I'll walk."
"Even you'll get tired after carrying me for, like, two miles."
"You can walk eventually."
"Or we could just take a break and I could walk after."
"That would interrupt the workout." He said this like it was a big
