/...oh./ "Oh! Oh yeah, that. I guess I forgot to tell you about that." He grinned a little, feeling an awkward sort of happiness that she was thinking about such things. "I can teach you. I'm a tiny bit of a language geek. Portuguese was actually my first language, not English."

Absently, he set the little iron pot of tools just outside the entrance to their shelter, stabilizing it by piling sand around it. "The only drawback to Rio is that there are a lot of Amanda clones there. Rich people come to show off their plastic surgeons' work at the beach a lot. I got sick of that crowd around...oh...twenty-four. I actually ended up finding a few out of the way spots on the beaches just to avoid them.

"Well, that and to screw in."

"Uh...wow. Wouldn't you be risking getting caught in a situation like that?"

He chuckled a little as he went back to stuffing the "futon". "That's part of the fun."

His head shot up suddenly and he scanned the treeline with his eyes. "Huh," he said, eyes dropping back down to his work after a few moments. /Guess it was nothing./