Make sure you don't bring any weapons, I warned Marth.
I drove all the way to the beach, where parking was sparse. At least I found one by the fish and chips shop. Next to that, the rock pool. And boy, was I hungry.
As I parked, Marth teleported on the grass in front of the car, dressed in casual clothing and without his crown, thank god. He looked around at the rock pool, pouting in a confused fashion. Are all the children why one must not bring weapons to the ocean?
Well, I guess that's one reason, I answered.
Marth was yet another person who didn't speak English. He spoke Eesti, as well as Old Ngavat. We once tried out a spirit box session, and his voice came through clearly, in English. How wonderful, that the universe would translate through a piece of technology.
Back to the story. I left the car, and smelled the salty breeze. By chance, police officers gathered by the front of the shop, so I pointed to them. They're another reason. Trust me, dude, you don't wanna get tased if you're caught with a weapon.
What is 'tased'? He asked.
They use a gun that shoots electricity into your body, I explained.
"Yeesh!" He cried. He sniffed the breeze, and his face screwed. Do beaches always smell this way?
As far as I know, they do, I said. But anyway, would you like to try the gelato?
Is it as cold as it sounds? He asked.
The great thing about Ngavat was it would bring up image and feeling in the mind.
It is, otherwise it melts, I explained.
I don't think I would like cold food right now. He swayed slightly, then sighed. Well, we are here now. We might as well.
Let's order chips with it, and I'll show you something. We entered the fish and chips shop, and everyone stared at us. I didn't mind as showing the gods off was kind of my intent, but I looked up at Marth, and couldn't help but laugh at the straight line he made with his mouth.
We ordered a batch of chips, and I guided him through the gelato flavours. He wanted whatever I was having, so I ordered two-scoops of pistachio and mango sorbet. I made sure with the shopkeeper that the ice cream and chips would come out at the same time.
When our food was ready, we took a seat by the rock pool. I opened up the wrapping paper containing the chips. Watch this. I picked up a chip, and dipped it into my ice cream, then ate the chip.
What are chips made of? Marth asked.
It's potato, I answered.
His face scrunched again. Why must sweet food and potatoes be put together?
It's a rule of life, Marth. Chips go with everything. I placed a chip between my teeth, and sucked it into my mouth.