Coconut Grove dixie dregs

the stranger pursues him, calling out in a strangely-accented voice; that alone is intriguing enough to give him pause, but the man's next words send him into a panic before he fully registers the tone. he spins around, dropping the coconut. o-oh, i'm so — the sorry dies in his throat as he takes in the other's expression, and he's immediately embarrassed. you — weren't serious, were you? he asks rhetorically, tone sheepish. it's tempting to stew in his shame a few moments longer, but his curiosity wins out. so this is a coconut? he gestures to the cursed brown ball with one paw, gaze brightening with the prospect of new information. oh, but he probably owes him an answer first, right? i was uh — i was gonna throw it in the ocean.