ISLA
"Ah, I see," Isla says with a tilt of her head. "So no stealing trinkets or breaking shelving?" Grinning, she gives a slow nod as she hears out Remi's plan, running a keen eye over the boards on the Northaven's hull as if to potentially identify any that might actually need replacing. Of course, she doesn't know the first thing about houseboats or their maintenance, so she's more than happy to follow the Bastion's lead in the matter.
Unable not to wiggle her eyebrows up at him as he speaks again - a little wet, is it? - Isla lets out a peal of laughter and nods, more than willing to assist. "You are lucky that I am always beach ready at this time of year," she says, stepping back a few feet onto the dry sand and taking off her sunhat so she can shimmy out of her dress, revealing a pastel blue bikini beneath. "Alright - let's get to work!" she trills, replacing her hat and padding across the shore and into the shallows.
Unable not to wiggle her eyebrows up at him as he speaks again - a little wet, is it? - Isla lets out a peal of laughter and nods, more than willing to assist. "You are lucky that I am always beach ready at this time of year," she says, stepping back a few feet onto the dry sand and taking off her sunhat so she can shimmy out of her dress, revealing a pastel blue bikini beneath. "Alright - let's get to work!" she trills, replacing her hat and padding across the shore and into the shallows.
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
