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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'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.

Don't trust my singing voice, do you? Your loss.

[She's actually a great singer, now that she can put emotion behind it. But she tunes into the radio - Boys of Summer (the Don Henley version) is on.]

[He lifts a hand from the wheel - not a bad choice-]

Accompaniment.

Is that your way of politely asking me to join in?

Saya I've changed my mind, please sing along to this fantastic Don Henley song-

[Her accent is a pitch perfect mimic of his, nuance and all]

[Quite the talent.]

Well now I hardly have to.

[Fingers tap at the sides of the wheel]

And I can seeee you, brown skin shining in the sun. Got your hair combed back and, sunglasses on.

[He has a fine voice, too, but he's using it to howl.]

[She's laughing so hard she's crying]

And I can tell you my love for you will still be strong, after the boys of summer have gone.

[She manages it just barely before laughing some more]

[He could almost lose track of the road for watching her, but this song is nothing without wind in the hair so he carries on, directing lines her way - remember how I made you scream? - before yelling another chorus into the rushing air.

But it's not a long song and it's not a long journey and soon both are almost done.]

[When they stop and the song ends she's grinning and wiping tears from her face]

So is this a no shoes no shirt place? Because I have a sarong but I definitely don't have a shirt.

[It's a beach cafe, they'll take anything, but he reaches down to the bag of crumpled clothes he grabbed on the way up the beach and tosses her his button-down.]

That's the wrong question. The question is, 'do you like John Hughes movies?'

[The sign swinging over the door reads The Breakfast Club]

I do.

[She looks up at the sign and busts out laughing]

Do I get to be Molly Ringwald or Ally Sheedy?

[She grabs his shirt and slides it on - it's big on her, it makes her look like the girlfriend who stole her boyfriend's shirt post sex]

[All in all, not the worst way to look. He gets her door.]

I don't know, are you ordering cereal sandwiches? You can be Emilio if you want to be.

No cereal sandwiches.

[She makes her way through the door]

I think that I would rather be Anthony Michael Hall.

Do I have to be Emilio?

You can be Molly Ringwald.

[She goes to sit in one of the booths]