Cerulean Cape if we shouldn't eat at night, why is there a light in the fridge?

@Ying

it seemed no matter where the wind might take him, his feet always lead him back to the coast. the touch of the sand was warmer now than what it'd been when he'd first arrived in the wilds, the sun finally beaming down enough to bring a little heat to the shoreline.

he'd been making his way down the coast, feet just barley out of reach from the crashing waves, when he thought of ying. she'd mentioned living on the coast, but where specifically he could not recall. had she ever told him? curious if she was near, he sent up a call for her before plopping down on his haunches to begin the start of a very poorly made sandcastle.