[Ears prick at the daring remark. Nerves fret and features frown - but he shakes his head and wanders out the hut. The scent of saltwater strikes between the eyes and he wrinkles his nose. Sunlight beats upon the sand, upon his face.
He stops walking; his throat feeling parched.]
Bring mine along once ready.
[That said, he finds a comfortable outside table underneath a parasol.]
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He stops walking; his throat feeling parched.]
Bring mine along once ready.
[That said, he finds a comfortable outside table underneath a parasol.]