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[It's the ocean! The waves are tumbling and pretty decent today, and the device is on the sand, recording a slight figure in a blue and black neoprene wetsuit catching a wave and riding it, getting in the pipe, and then barreling out the other end.

In another minute she's coming out of the water, laughing - yes, laughing - and shaking her head to get the excess water off. She moves so her device, sets her surfboard upright in the sand and unzips her wetsuit down just a bit to get more sun.

When she speaks, her accent is a touch more Australian than it ever was, with the Namibian still in the background.]

There's a fierce curl out there today; Scholar would love this, I know I'm taking as much as I can out of it. Why isn't anyone else out here?

[She flops back, then remembers why she's out here. She grabs her device.]

I woke up and the hostel I'm staying at [she doesn't remember getting there or where she is but she's sure she's at a hostel] had this huge collection of shoes, so I put them out. I figure the owners will turn up and get them, because they're not mine. If they were mine I would have given them to a charity shop, they look pretty expensive.

[She flops back again]

Come on, someone come out here! The water's grand!

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I'll put it on the list.

You know what else makes things better?

[There's a look on her face that says impish]

[She's probably not going to say an early night with a bottle of jack so-]

You go first.

Come on and I'll show you.

[She starts paddling to the shore]

[He's in not long after her, running his board aground and flipping it up.]

[She heads up the beach and parks her board in the sand, stripping off the wetsuit - she's got a bikini on underneath, not the most solid of swimsuits but it's what she could find - and works her way up to the ridge off the beach, where Saya's Porsche is parked, gleaming in the sun]

Ta-da.

[Now which of them will she yell at later if he lets her get in salty and damp.]

And I was going to ask where you found the board.

The keys were on my nightstand so I figure I rented it. The board is Scholar's, it has his name on it.

[And it does, it's the one Saya kept from when he was in the City]

I even brought towels.

You figure you rented it? [Lightly teasing.] I thought you weren't that much of a pothead.

When I smoke reefer, I don't forget stuff. I think I got drunk, because I don't remember much of yesterday.

[She's reaching into the backseat for a couple of towels]

Can you get drunk? [Hold on.] -And not feel it in the morning?

[He hands him a towel. It is fluffy and Rosella-fied]

Sure, if I drink plenty of water. I'm pretty good about eating a banana before I go to bed, too.

[He has no idea if Rosella has had a chance to see this, but is surprised not to see her watching enchanted from the beach if so.]

Is that all it takes? I'm going to have to change my prescription routine.

I've got a good metabolism.

[She's kinfolk is what it is, and she knows it.]

It's the banana, you know. All that stuff about apples is a big crock. Bananas.

Yes nurse.

[There's a look that goes with that and it somehow accidentally manages to take in the movements of the towel across her body.]

Though for future reference, I don't recommend swimming the morning after forgetting you rented a Porsche. Bananas can only get you so far.

[She does notice it but chooses not to comment as she dries off]

But I had a doctor with me, so if I went into some kind of alcohol related shock you could have at least proclaimed my time of death accurately.

I get paid extra for death certificates. [He scrubs the towel back through his hair, the suit peeled down to his wait, and grins.] Want to go back out a while?

[She turns and eyes him for a second, because well, Saya appreciates a finely built man, okay?]

Does the doctor think I'm fit enough to?

[He takes a breath (okay it's almost flexing, shut up) and exhales slowly, faux-considering.]

I don't think I'd need to sign any certificates. Not worth it.

Yeah, I'll go back out.

After breakfast. And [A hand on the roof of the car.]You were letting me drive, right?

[She thinks about it for a second, then tosses him the keys]

Because you know where we're going.

And you're cheering me up.

[He reminds, climbing in. Boardies are entirely appropriate dress for this.]

I could cheer you up with joyous song and rapturous praise, you don't need this awesome car for that.

[Buuuut. She relents]

And I'm cheering you up.

[She slips into the passenger side. Bikini definitely serves. It's warm enough.]

Joyous song? [The engine starting is a smoother tune. He pulls out - carefully - onto the road up to where the rocks overhang the beach.]

I'll let you tune the radio.