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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!

[ooc: replies from torqued!]

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[intheblanks]

[Chase picks up two menus along the way, doing the waiter's job for him and dropping one in front of her place.]

I'm dirty, not strawberry.

[torqued]

Well you can't be Judd Nelson.

I don't hang out with psychos.

[She starts to read the menu]

[intheblanks]

Fine.

[He's sure of his order but glances over the menu anyway, grumbling lightly.]

But I'm going to end up going to the prom with a jerk, in an ugly dress.

[torqued]

[She clicks her tongue as she looks over the menu and decides]

A guy like you? No way. You'll end up wit the most popular guy in a beautiful dress.

[intheblanks]

[Laughing, he finally catches the waiter's eye.]

They have some great juices, if you didn't want to eat.

[Because usually he barely sees her take more than a bite. It can't be sustaining.]

[torqued]

I am not a juice fast kind of girl, Doctor.

[She looks up at the waiter]

Can I have a breakfast sandwich with hash browns, eggs over easy and a banana smoothie?

[intheblanks]

Apparently not.

[Eyebrows, meet hairline.]

Um. Raw juice mix, beef patty stack with cheese, egg, pineapple, onion, and beetroot, thanks.

[torqued]

Oh, no no, no judging my food intake. I have a fantastic figure, thank you.

[intheblanks]

That I'm not arguing with. I like a woman who eats.

[The waiter interjects a cough and Chase snaps his menu, hands it up.]

I think that's enough for starters. Thank you.

[torqued]

[She laughs and smirks just a bit]

Juice fasts are for California girls. Trust me, I'm not one of those.

[intheblanks]

That's a terrible stereotype. I've met some vast women from California.

[torqued]

Sorry, I'm a biased East Coast girl.

[intheblanks]

[He winces and then concedes]

I've met some bigger ones from Jersey. But I hear Texas has everyone beat.

[torqued]

I don't go near the middle.

[She reaches over and takes a packet of sugar and dumps it in her water]

But I guess since I was mostly raised in Africa, I'm have odd views of what constitutes skinny. I'm not worried about my weight.

[intheblanks]

[Experience has taught him one thing: the national obesity debate? Not a topic that leaves anyone looking hot.]

All right, we've established that you're not on a juice fast. And that you have a beautiful smile.

[He clasps his hands in front of him on the table.]

How old, when you left Namibia?

[torqued]

[She smiles again, okay?]

Thirteen. My father retired from the service.

[intheblanks]

[Very okay.]

Must have been some upheaval.

[torqued]

Not the best time to move back to a country where you don't know anyone, true.

Did you grow up in Australia?

[intheblanks]

Must have made for a tricky adolescence.

[Transition. He leans back to accommodate plates the side of bike wheels being laid out for them.]

Until I was eighteen. Same city, same house. [Not as stable as it sounds.]

[torqued]

Girls hated me.

[She shrugs]

Did you like it?

[intheblanks]

Because boys didn't?

[Hardly a leap, Sherlock.]

It was a nice house.

[torqued]

Because boys liked my accent. It was very posh. They all thought I was British.

[She looks him over and takes a sip of her sugar-water]

But not a home?

[intheblanks]

I'm sure the accent was what they were interested in. [He had his near beaten out of him but - all boys school. It taught him to fight back. And he blocks her line of enquiry, gently.] It was a nice home.

[torqued]

I wasn't really interested in putting out.

[She's not always so gentle about lines of questioning, but she hears the block, and doesn't press it]

Are you telling me you're not interested in my accent?

[intheblanks]

British doesn't do a lot for me.

[He smirks, breaking the yolk on his egg over the burger.]