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"That would be the exact opposite of relaxing," she agreed, and thought about it. "Training is relaxing. Sort of."

Oh honey.

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Duke smiled at the 'partner' comment, and let it grow a bit when the pronouns were mentioned. It was good to know that was something people felt comfortable just casually tossing around to strangers on the island.

"Teaching's not bad. There's some good kids around here. Still not sure how being a pirate fits into a high school curriculum, though."

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". . . Wow. We are definitely going to have to work on that." Oh honey indeed. "Pretty sure I saw an onsen on the island, you ever try going there?"

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Rey shook her head. "I'm not actually sure what it is."

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"In my world, at least, it's a Japanese term referring to a hot spring. Sort of like a big cozy bath. Which . . . I gather if you're from a desert planet you maybe haven't enjoyed a lot of?"

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Technically it was 'partners' and that pronoun was subject to change. Right now, that wasn't something Hernando would discuss openly with anyone.

"I've had very little interaction with the students," Hernando told him, "Usually only if they come in for tea. I've heard them talking about their classes at the welcome picnic for a few terms now and the class rosters seem to be a little more eclectic than I am accustomed to." He smiled wryly and gestured with a hand, "It's one reason I haven't submitted a class proposal, to be honest. It's almost intimidating to consider a simple art class against something like being a pirate. I would probably have chosen the art class as a child but by the time I reached high school I was already heavily invested in art."

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Duke chuckled. "I didn't actually choose any of it. You'd probably end up with at least a few students just because the Moose decided they should be there. I should swing by your shop sometime, though. I like to collect a piece or two wherever I go. It'll be interesting to see what kinds of things people around here make."

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Hernando examined the sky for a moment. "The shop is on a classics kick lately. It hasn't presented anything local but it has come up with some quite good works by Titian, Rembrandt, and Lotto, though. If they are reproductions, they are quite good."

He wasn't certain. Though he hadn't heard of any galleries reporting a theft or even a missing exhibit. Not in this reality, anyway.

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"Not really. It does sound interesting." The girl loved showers, but baths were new.

Of course, with that description, she had to check, "...There's clothes involved in this, right?"

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"Right, sorry, your curator is the shop itself?"

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"Depends on the management," Duke said. "Most of the traditional places in Japan are strictly nude, but unless the owner's a real stickler, they've probably made allowances for, uh, local modesty standards."

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"Oh no, not always. Sometimes it allows me to curate but it definitely has opinions," Hernando answered with a soft laugh, "It doesn't care for modern art any more than I do, which is nice. I don't know what I'd do if Pollack showed up one day. Twitch, quite probably."

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When you jogged around the island and was constantly looking for good new photo ops as much as Prompto did, you definitely noticed when something new like BOATS showed up. But this was definitely the first time he'd been by the port and noticed someone on that boat, and so he figured he should say hello.

"Hey, there, Boat Guy!" He called out, waving his hand at him first and then, just a little, his camera. "Mind if I get a few shots?"

Of course, he'd already taken a ton since it first showed up. You didn't get something new to the scenery here and not want to go hog wild on the shutter. But since the dude was right there now, it seemed polite to ask.

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"Good," she said. "If he's a stickler that won't be relaxing,"

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"That's 'Mr. Boat-Guy', kid," Duke said with a smirk. "Nah, go nuts. She's probably hard to avoid."

The Cape Rouge was not a small boat, after all.

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Okay, but the shop still seemed to have opinions. Which was weird.

"Sell it and use the money to buy something better?" Duke suggested. "I tend more towards folk art, myself." The number of masks this man had below decks. . . .

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"It could be," Duke said. He wasn't particularly modest, himself. "But it'd probably take practice. I'm guessing a place with this many teenagers running around is probably pretty careful about potential public nudity, though."

Oh Duke. You could tell he was new.

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"Who'd buy it?" Hernando shrugged, "Though I suppose there must be people out there who find his work interesting. He didn't get famous in a vacuum." Though one could wish. "Folk art? Any specific medium?"

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Oh Duke.

"You would think," said Rey, who hadn't been immune to the public nudity herself, no matter how much she wanted to be.

And she could have elaborated more, and chose not to, because that sort of discovery really was a Fandom rite of passage.

"All right, I'll try the onsen, then."

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"Yeah," Prompto agreed with a faint chuckle, lifting his camera to frame a shot, then sort of hop-side-stepping over a foot or so to the left for a different angle before taking it, "you can say that again! But it's nice to have something new to look at on this island! Something that I asummed isn't going to, like, transform and turn into something that'll try to kill us all, anyway!"

There...were other reasons other than aesthetic ones that Prompto may have taken a particular interest in a boat just randomly showing up, but it had been pretty much two weeks now, there was sort of a time-limit that these things ran on, so he was figuring it was pretty safe by now.

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"Wood, metal, shells. . . . Whatever the local folk are using. Well, the stuff that'll hold up to damp, anyway. I don't go for papier mache much."

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"Tell me how you like it. Then maybe I can suggest other relaxation methods as well."

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