Gilded Bay this is our party, we can do what we want

dash, he repeated, smiling broader. before he could say anything else, the young man had returned his attention to the coconut. soon, his efforts were rewarded; aditya's tail wagged at the sound of the crack, and trotted forward a bit to examine the fruit. he brought his nose closer, nostrils flaring, picking up the sweet scent of it.

just as i remembered, he murmured, caught briefly in another time, and then looked at dash. shabash! try it, you might like it. after all, coconut had only given him the runs once, and that might well have been the fish he'd had beforehand that was a little past its prime.

but ah. . .it brought him back to the grove. he wondered why he hadn't settled there instead, but it was a place for the past. it was govinda's, not his. though he could still visit. . .