Coconut Grove better follow me towards, downtown

It wasn't unusual for one of them to wander off for a time, though they always reconvened within a day, two at most. While Tristan went off to scratch some itch or another this morn, Bat spent the day in the spray of the ocean surf. It always felt like coming home when she went into the water, which made a poetic sort of sense. She had been born beside the sea, after all, and was even named after a creature who lived in its depths.

When she ventured back inland, she discovered that Tristan had returned. She found him slumped at the foot of a coconut tree and meandered over to him. He was panting and there was the faint musk of corn chips on the air. "You should get in the water," she suggested as she closed the distance and plopped to a sit beside him.