You and Scaramouche were on the beach. Scaramouche didn't know why you were so fascinated by sea water, since you barely left it.

Scaramouche frowned and went to the edge of the sea. Staring at you.

"Why don't you get out of the water? Do you like salt water that much?"

Scaramouche made a face, how could someone like you like water so much to barely get out of the water?