Kalysto: *places his underpants and robe back on, walking out of the shack again, scratching at his hair* Well no. It’s not that cold but it’s not that hot either… it was alright I suppose. Ask Mahret what she thinks when she comes out of there again. *mumbles* If she does… I don’t know where the heck she is going…
Mahret: *paddles under the water. She snatches up the frisbee and paddles further out to sea, chasing a fish*