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[withintenfeet]

[ Bright and early, there's a knock on Kahl's door. ]

[takestime]

[He's not actually wearing rumpled pajamas, and he doesn't really have bags under his eyes, but somehow he manages to give that impression as he answers the door. The bedhead is real.]

What.

[withintenfeet]

[ Zerxus, who gives the impression of someone who's been up and dressed for an hour at least, is obnoxiously unfazed. ]

Time to go sailing. [ Obviously! ] Do you want to walk to the harbour or teleport?

[takestime]

[He folds his arms]

I don't like dawn gods.

[withintenfeet]

Neither do I. [ For much pettier reasons. ] We can be grumpy about it together.

[takestime]

Uhg. Fine.

[In deference to your legs or whatever, he will walk. Also because he doesn't really know where they're going.]

What's the deal with this, anyway?

[withintenfeet]

As far as I can tell? We're collecting holy water to heal the Barge.

[ The same way he'd use it in a resurrection ritual, or to purify certain wounds. ]

That part isn't difficult, we just have to be careful with it on the way back.

[takestime]

Well you don't have to call it that.

[Have better taste, barge!]

[withintenfeet]

Is 'sunlight juice' better or worse?

[takestime]

...hmm.

[This contemplation carries them down to the harbor.]

[withintenfeet]

[ Zerxus chooses one of the smaller boats - still an effort to row, but simple enough to steer - and leaps into it before offering a hand up to Kahl. ]

Have you ever done this before?

[takestime]

No.

[He teleports into the boat, and puts a small white beach pebble in Zerxus's outstretched hand.

Is. Is that what you wanted?]

[withintenfeet]

[ His expression is befuddled, but in a quietly delighted sort of way. ]

Thank you. I just wasn't sure if you wanted to do that or not.

[ He is definitely pocketing the pebble before gesturing to the oars. ]

We've got to get a rhythm going - [ Is he a little bit too excited to explain how this works? Maybe. ]

[takestime]

Have we?

[He's not helping, but he is at least listening to Zerxus's explanation.]

[withintenfeet]

[ It may be the most casual he's ever sounded, as he demonstrates with the oars. He does, technically, have the strength and stamina to row the boat himself.

But then he settles back, keeping a hold on just one. ]

Do you think you can manage your half?

[takestime]

"I could get in the water and pull us," Kahl mutters. "It seems like less fuss than using a giant spoon."

But he does, grudgingly, take his oar and match Zerxus's pace.

[withintenfeet]

That gets a broad grin, if only for a moment.

"You could, but this way we're working together."

[takestime]

"We're already on the errand together."

How much more does it matter?

[withintenfeet]

"Teamwork is a lot more than that, if you want it to be effective."

[takestime]

"Given that Asmodeus played you at least as easily as I played Usein Darre, I don't know if this is the the topic I want to take your advice on," Kahl points out.

[withintenfeet]

"Real teamwork. Neither of those examples qualify."

[takestime]

"I'm just not sure you know any more about it than I do."

Kahl feels like he's being very reasonable about this.

[withintenfeet]

His tone is offended, but it doesn't impact the gentle and steady pace of his rowing. "I did have a life before him. And a team that worked very well. Most of the time."

[takestime]

"You don't even listen to Tempus most of the time."

[withintenfeet]

"I don't agree with Tempus all of the time. I always listen."