Whatever floats your fireflies

An Nam Il

"Well, it would take an awfully long time when if we had to wait until dark," Nam Il said, thinking out loud. "Would have been nice if we could go to a park of some sort after hours. Actually, a cave would be the nicest, I think. There's just this sort of atmosphere which is perfect for it. Maybe we can go down to the beach and try and find one. It would be a lot of work, though." But, if she agreed, those would be a good few hours. Maybe he could actually get to know somebody for once! Gen was great and cool but Nam Il had the feeling that he just didn't quite fit in with their crowd.

"Er. What do you think?" He asked. "Either way, we should probably bring some salt packets with us. It helps with the spirits."

An Nam Il

Already, his float was already down to a heap of collapsing whipped cream. In his nervousness, Nam Il had practically inhaled it all. He could barely remember what it had even tasted like, which seemed like such a funny thing.

"Um, any kind of salt is okay," he said, glancing around. "If you have a bag, we can empty some of the salt shakers in there. I'm hoping that we won't encounter too many spirits, though, especially not the bad ones. So just one or two should be okay. We could always just put it in a napkin, too."

An Nam Il

He was already in the process of folding up some napkins into pouches when Alessa suddenly backed tracked to elaborate on what she had said. The bottles were for potions, of course. Nam Il completely believed it.

"Actually, now that I think about it, it's a really good idea to keep bottles around," he said, blinking. He tried not to think too much of the fact that Legend of Zelda kept popping into his head. "There's just so many things you can do with them." Bottles for potions, bottles for fairies, bottles for soup, bottles for letters, bottles for bugs... Bottles for your bottles.

Nam Il flashed a grin at the girl, hoping that it wasn't coming out weird. "Hope you don't mind if I steal the idea?" He held out a napkin-pouch to her, since she was closest to the salt shaker.

An Nam Il

I bet she's the smartest in her family, Nam Il thought almost absently because shaking himself out of it. Hard facts and logic were needed before making a solid conclusion. Hard facts. Logic. They told him that Alessa wasn't perfect but she didn't have to be because just wow.

He felt like such a scumbag; he hadn't even known her for that long but he really, really liked her already. God, he hoped they would still be friends tomorrow.

He folded up another napkin to clear his mind and began to fill that with a salt shaker he had pilfered from a newly cleared table. "This is probably more than enough for us today," he told Alessa.

An Nam Il

"I was thinking of that beach I was talking about before," Nam Il said as he began to lead the way out. "The rocky one with the cliffs, I mean, not the tourist-y one with white sands and the such -if that's okay. I'm not sure if there's really any good caves down there but it's probably safer than just walking into the woods or something. Sometimes it gets really weird out there, you know? And I've never heard of anything bad happening to somebody at the beach yet."