(The doll spends her Easter solemnly, sitting by the shore, watching the waves pull. She's read a few verses from a pocket Bible, but the whole normal run of it seems a bit strange to her at this stage in life, at such a dimensional crossroad. So she'll watch the waves instead while reflecting on if God will ever deem to give such an odd doll a deeper purpose. One she likes, at least-- they weren't one for therapy, as they seemed to be assigned, but it could have been worse, she supposed.)
(A large amount of both plastic eggs and a few emptied and cleaned real ones are scattered about the Lighthouse and the shore too. It's largely for Apollo, but there's some dog treats in a few too, and some bolts and other smaller tools for Tessa near her camp. They'll notice now or notice later.)