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Dysmas took the shower head and coconut from Sweetie and set it on the ground and then kneeled down beside it. He started whacking at it for a while, but not much was really happening except for little bits of the outer shell chipping away. It would take a year at this rate. Dysmas narrowed his eyes at the coconut feeling slightly defeated and trying to think of a better way to approach it with the tools he had. Dysmas held the shower head so that the sharper end that was usually attached to the wall was sticking up and started pushing it into the green shell. Once he was able to get that under the green shell he was able to start pulling off larger chunks of it until he was left with a stringy looking ball. Dysmas smiled, it was a little bit easier now, pulling off the fibers until they had a brown coconut. "That look more right to you now?" he asked holding it up to Sweetie. He wondered if the coconut shell pieces might make good kindling.

Dysmas grinned as Sweetie hugged him, basking in the appreciation. It was an unusual feeling to be proud of himself for something. While his parents were great and he knew they were proud of him, it was a different feeling to have someone outside of his family display that. Dysmas raised his arm and was going to give the coconut one final whack to crack it open when he paused mid-strike. "Hm... If I break this open now, all the juice will go into the dirt and sand."

Dysmas looked around the immediate area for any fallen leaves, and when he found one pulled it towards him. He cracked open the coconut on top of it and all the milk and water was caught by the leaf. "There..." He handed her one of the pieces, giving her the bigger piece because he thought she should have it. "You should drink some of that too, I hope it helps you feel better." He said as he started scraping out the meat of the coconut with his fingers. It wasn't the tastiest thing in his opinion, but it worked.

Dysmas looked up from his coconut and stared at Sweetie for a brief moment after she had asked him a question. "Yes..." he responded, wondering how much she might be piecing together about him... about his identity... since he was no longer a pegacyst... or whatever it was... in her eyes. His glance quickly shot back down to his coconut as he ate some more of it. Since she was done drinking off the leaf, Dysmas took the opportunity to drink some as well. It felt cool in his throat, dried out by the sand and sun. Dysmas realized then that he should probably go for a swim soon. "What about you... where do you live?"

"The great tree..." Dysmas repeated. He only knew some about it, it's name and general location, though he had never gone to see it himself. It made sense to him that she lived there, she was some sort of faun afterall. Dysmas looked at her with a tilt of his head, wondering how the tree would be overwhelming. He didn't know what life was like there, his life growing up had been so simple and carefree.

Dysmas set his coconut down, for a moment he had relaxed and forgotten that they were stranded on some unknown island. "I should probably head down to the water..." he told her. It was the dryness of his skin that reminded him that a dip in the water was just what he needed.

"Well... uh... no?" Dysmas responded at first, but then her second question offered a suggestion that he took her up on. Although he kind of laughed about it, "Yeah, I'm just hot." The male said it with a wry smile, implying the double meaning. He didn't normally say stuff like that, and he quickly shied away and shut his mouth. "It is pretty warm... I mean we're shaded now... a swim would be nice. Do you swim?" Dysmas said in an attempt at recovery.

Dysmas blushed, not entirely sure which comment she was agreeing with, he had kind of started babbling. His heart sunk though when he heard she didn't know how to swim. It was like his mother and father, his mom hated the water and that was where his father belonged. Always torn between the two worlds. Did Sweetie hate the water too? "Well I could teach you..." Dysmas offered, if she was open to it. He wasn't even sure if he would really be able to teach her, swimming had come so naturally to him when he was young that he didn't know any way to really break it down for her. "Or I mean... we can just stay in the shallows... so you don't really have to swim, just stand."

"Alright!" Dysmas smiled widely as he stood up. Well at least it hadn't sounded like she was completely opposed to the water, that was a relief. He wondered if it was at all possible that he and Sweetie might be friends after they were rescued. Dysmas was still holding onto the hope that there was rescue. He looked at the coconut and shower handle.... he didn't really want to carry those things down to the beach. "Maybe we should set up camp here... when we're done swimming." He suggested as he began the walk back to the water, thinking of the crown and bottle that he had left on the beach.

Dysmas turned his head over his shoulder when he heard her squeak, it was kind of cute. Ok, it was really cute. It made him crack a tiny smile, "I wouldn't have gone too far without you." She didn't want to be alone, and he would make sure that didn't happen. Though he was thinking about the things she had started to say before: something to sleep in. They were going to be sleeping here. The thought made him sad, until the cruise he had only ever slept in the home of his mother. At least the boat had been comfy, he hadn't thought about sleeping here, they were supposed to be rescued...