Isla
If Isla had known what Baywatch was, she might have compared Sunjata's running out of the water and up the beach to it. As it happens she's too focused on digging out their food as well, proudly managing to unearth the parcels of parchment which are surprisingly hot to the touch. (Not that she needs to worry about being burned, it's merely a pleasant shock). "You know," she says, flashing him a grin, "I think these might just be edible."
Unwrapping one of the fish and leaving the other for leftovers (stupid SE requirement), Isla reaches over for a small wrapped container of rice that she's also procured, opening it up and offering some out to Sunjata. "Want to start with what I know is well cooked, because we didn't do the cooking?" she suggests.
Unwrapping one of the fish and leaving the other for leftovers (stupid SE requirement), Isla reaches over for a small wrapped container of rice that she's also procured, opening it up and offering some out to Sunjata. "Want to start with what I know is well cooked, because we didn't do the cooking?" she suggests.
I'll take a bruise, I know you're worth it
When you hit me, hit me hard
When you hit me, hit me hard
