[It's late into the night. Late enough that perhaps someone ought just be in bed, but with the festival on it's no surprise that Emporio's still awake. He's been settling in well- no doubt the townsfolk themselves agree. It feels different when your interloper from humanity is a child, probably. But he's done regular volunteer work under Dr. Denne's watchful eye, and he's done everything he can to read anything and everything his strange hands can take hold of in the archives too. The more time passes, the more he's coming out of his shell.
Helmet?
Whatever. The fact that he went after two bounties speaks for that in itself, but right now it's time for celebration. For stories!
And just as Polteageist ends that last one about the Festival with the remark that they'll have to see the purpose of the bonfires for themselves on the night of the race, Emporio looks at the fire.
And out to sea.
Back to the fire, and-]
...Oh!
[Don't worry now, he'll keep his mouth shut. He promises.] ...Neat!
Lum Berries
Helmet?
Whatever. The fact that he went after two bounties speaks for that in itself, but right now it's time for celebration. For stories!
And just as Polteageist ends that last one about the Festival with the remark that they'll have to see the purpose of the bonfires for themselves on the night of the race, Emporio looks at the fire.
And out to sea.
Back to the fire, and-]
...Oh!
[Don't worry now, he'll keep his mouth shut. He promises.] ...Neat!
[HE PROMISES??]