[ It's nothing short of a small miracle that they're both still standing after she takes his arm, and another that none of the drink she sends spilling stains her yukata. Crises averted, she steers them the rest of the way to a good viewing spot. Karako releases him gently once they're in place, like the sudden touch will somehow go unnoticed now if she's subtle about breaking it off. ]

I heard some of the crew had better luck fishing. [ It's a small consolation. Nothing but fish day in and day out would get miserable fast. She takes her latest sip. ]

Well, if someone like you couldn't scrape something together out there, the rest of us were definitely a lost cause. [ She gestures at what they came over to watch with a tip of her chin. ] What do you think?