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[goodfellow]

It was a brisk day, but Robin enjoyed walking on the beach. Barefoot, but still dressed in an impeccable suit. Once he'd found one, he hadn't found much else that was decent at all. And looking better made Robin feel better. And there was a lot to not feel great about right now.

He stopped walking, and his feet sank into the sand slightly. But he was distracted by the man walking out of the ocean. He was dressed in a skin tight wetsuit, and skin tight was a very good look on him.

He slipped one hand out of his pocket, and offered a wave.

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[0_0_7]

"Well, if the cat thinks so..." Bond replied, a teasing sparkle in his blue eyes. "I think anyone who can appreciate good scotch is someone worth knowing."

And, to be fair, there weren't that many people here. It would do well to make sure they weren't enemies.

[goodfellow]

Robin sighed wistfully. "I have a nineteen sixty-seven Deanston single malt I'd been saving." Saving since 1967, actually.

[0_0_7]

"I don't suppose it followed you here," he replied.

[goodfellow]

"Tragically no," Robin said. "Why, would you do anything for an even better drink?"

[0_0_7]

"I have my limits," Bond chuckled.

"Though faced with something like that, I'm not certain where I'd draw the line. This one is nice, though," he said, nodding to his cup. "Definitely warms the soul."

[goodfellow]

"I don't," Robin said, and then winked. "Have limits, I mean."

[0_0_7]

"I'm sure that makes you a dangerous man to know," Bond replied evenly.

[goodfellow]

"Perhaps," Robin said. "Or fun. Depends on your point of view, I guess."

[0_0_7]

"Not many people consider the things I think of as fun, well, fun," Bond chuckled. Running for his life, gun play, explosions. Most people, people in their right mind, would be terrified.

[goodfellow]

"I'm not exactly mild mannered either," Robin said lightly.

[0_0_7]

"Oh? And what do you consider fun?" Bond asked. He had a guess.

[goodfellow]

"I like extremes," said Robin. "And anything I haven't done before. I bore easily."

[0_0_7]

"We have that in common," Bond said. "I like a good thrill."

[goodfellow]

"Aren't we fortunate," Robin said, "to have landed here together. I'd be awfully bored with no one around to have a thrill with."

[0_0_7]

"I'm sure we'll find something interesting to do. After the first couple days I was so terribly bored that I took up hunting. The rabbits in the kitchen refrigerator are my contribution."

[goodfellow]

"You have a gun here?" Robin asked curiously. "Or are we talking more old fashioned methods? I'd love a decent bow and arrow."

[0_0_7]

"I've been using snares," he replied. "They're remarkably easy...or the rabbits are remarkably stupid. What I'd give for a proper gun."

[goodfellow]

"I'm hoping that we're at the top of the food chain here," Robin said. "Though you never know." He didn't really care for guns himself. He knew how to use one, of course, and was a good shot. But Robin had always been more of a lover than a fighter. But when he did need to fight, he preferred swords most of all.

[0_0_7]

"I've not seen anything to suggest we aren't," Bond replied. "In fact, other than the rabbits, and the footprints of deer, I haven't found anything at all. There seems to be menace in the air, but nothing concrete."

He took a drink.

"I don't like it."

[goodfellow]

A little smile tugged at Robin's lips. "You'll just have to make your own fun, I suppose."

[0_0_7]

"Easier said than done. I get bored, like you, far too quickly and the things I enjoy for distraction are sadly lacking," Bond said. "Have you noticed there are no women here?"

[goodfellow]

"I did notice that," said Robin. "Bit lord of the flies, isn't it? I despair for a Smurfette should she ever appear."

[0_0_7]

"I do, too, Bond said with a small chuckle. "She'll be exceptionally popular, I'm sure."

[goodfellow]

"Do you only like women?" asked Robin bluntly.

[0_0_7]

"I prefer women," he dodged.