Without so much as a word of greeting and an entourage of Achamoth's orphans trailing a short distance behind, J saunters over to sit under the wide umbrella Emet-Selch has set up for himself. Not a minute later the kids follow his example to congregate around the two Kenoma. If they aren't kicking up a bit of sand the rugrats mill around J like chicks under a hen, with some playing around his wings and others sprawling across his legs as J stretches them out.

After a moment of making himself at home under the portion of shade not occupied by the other man, J notices the glistening ice-chilled drinks. With a little consideration and some thoughtful browsing of the options, he makes his choice. There's a satisfying slosh of crisp icecubes churning around together as he pilfers something free of liquor with a chipper quip, "Don't mind if I do."

Only then does J concern himself with acknowledging the owner of the shade he's claimed, by raising the stolen beverage up to toast his gracious benefactor, "How considerate of you to bring enough refreshments to go around."