Theo nodded. Yep, asking around seemed to be a pretty surefire way of finding people -- something that had backfired on Theo more than once. He didn't always want to be found, after all.
If he were a slightly more angry person, Theo might have snapped at Oliver for trying to explain the concept of barter to someone who had been using -- and misusing -- it since childhood. But he was playing the clueless Outlander, right? So instead he just sighed wistfully. "Maybe I'll be able to repay you for this favor someday."
(He wouldn't. Anyone who wanted repayment out of Theo had to track him down and beat it out of him.)
Theo glanced up at the sky, but that didn't really help him gauge the time: he hadn't been in Torchline long enough to learn its stars and constellations. But it didn't feel that late. Felt like he'd barely gotten any sleep before that encantado had interrupted him. "No harm in checking it out."
Might as well join Oliver at the bar -- maybe he could mooch a drink or two off his rescuer, whom he'd already given the impression of poverty. Or maybe the bartender would spot him one for the fun story he could spin out of this incident.
He climbed to his feet, holding out Oliver's towel, which was now very sandy and quite wet. "Do you want this back ... ?"
can't say good morning without lying twice
