Sawyer was rifling through a large plastic cooler as Kate sidled up to his camp. A sly little smile was playing across her face as he looked up at her. "Welcome to my large bazaar." Sawyer mimicked Sayid's exotic accent, and Kate arched one sculpted eyebrow, "Please, take a look around. Would you like beach towel? A nice beach towel, yes, just one camel! And here," he indicated to a bag that was sitting by him, "clothes! Yes, yes, old granny clothes!"

"Stop it." Kate laughed a little.

"It's how I feel." Sawyer told her, shrugging and shutting the lid of the cooler. "I feel like people only come around here when they need something." Kate sat down next to his beach chair on the sand and he glanced, cock-eyed, down at her. "And don't you sit there looking innocent." he laughed. "You do it too and you know it."

"And the reason why people want to come around here and be hassled by you is?" Kate asked him sarcastically, and he turned away, smiling. "Seriously, Sawyer, you need to start participating in things and try to be a little nicer. You never know," she glanced up at him and smiled, "things may work out your way more often."

Sawyer raised his eyebrows and an amorous little smile played around the corners of his mouth. "You think so?" he asked, just trying to make conversation.

Kate turned away again. "I know so." she replied. Turning back to him, she asked, "What've you got there, Sawyer?"

"Hmm?" asked Sawyer, "Here?" He opened the lid of the cooler ever so slightly, and Kate tried to peer inside, but he clicked it shut before she saw what was inside. "Why do you want to know?" Sawyer tested.

Kate gave him an agitated, but playful, stare, and he just smiled back. "Tell me, Sawyer." she insisted.

"Whew. Me-ow." Sawyer teased her, and opened the lid a crack again. Kate tried again to look inside, but Sawyer snapped it shut. "Nope," he grinned at her, "I ain't tellin' you." She gave him an irritated stare, and his smile just grew wider. "How much do you wanna know what's inside?" he tested.

"Just tell me Sawyer," Kate urged.

"Will you kiss me for it?"

"Sawyer!"

Sawyer's eyes rolled off in a different direction, and his smile grew. "Then I don't think I'll tell you." He put the cooler aside on the ground by his chair. "So," he tried to start up a mock conversation, but Kate stood up and began to walk away. "Hey," Sawyer called, "where you goin'?"

Kate turned and smiled at him. "I'm going to check out what's at that stand." she pointed to her own campsite. "Goodnight, Sawyer." She started off again, and Sawyer let out a little breath of humor.

"I'll tell you what's in it tomorrow," he called, "you might drive me crazy if I told you what was in it tonight."

Kate rolled her eyes and flipped her hair back, and started back towards her camp. Sawyer watched her disappear, and then took up the cooler again and opened it, staring down into it, and pulled out a little glass bottle.

There were some things that were not all too bad about plane service. Vodka, for instance.