It was like he had heard about Christmas all over again. "Things can get runic converted?" Was there a slight twinkle in his eyes? Perhaps. Even if Milo didn't know really the extent of the runes on the island, he was still getting ideas here. "Like anything?" Oh, right. Jerry was in plight about a drummer. And making guitars and ukes.

Milo hummed once again, "Dunno about makin' them, but I'm sure you can think of something, ya?" He gave the other guy a hopeful sort of grin for it, seemed like he needed it a bit. "Maybe by the time you do, I'll have somethin' worth trading." Well, besides soap and some seashells. Really, Milo didn't have a lot of things to barter with.

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