[He's finished fussing with the shelf -- obviously. That was way last night. Instead, he's sitting on a rock, looking out at the surf, enjoying his husband's wish.
He watches from afar -- she hasn't gone too too far yet. But as a native, he knows there's a dropoff, so after a moment he follows her in, jeans rolled up over his knees.]
I was thinking, we could take seeds from the Paopu and grow them in Applejack's garden, if we can get the temperatures in that section right. That way we'd always have one.
He watches from afar -- she hasn't gone too too far yet. But as a native, he knows there's a dropoff, so after a moment he follows her in, jeans rolled up over his knees.]
Hey, you.
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[Which is... only like his upper thighs. She is so tiny.]
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{He reaches over, ruffles her hair.]
Don't worry, though. They're nice whales, they just need a lot of room.
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[He reaches down, lifting her up to hold.]
Hey, listen, I had an idea.
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[He turns a little, so he can see it better.]
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