(strolls down from the northern treeline carrying his boots in one hand and a long bottle made of blown blue glass)
Good evening, Christine. It's a fine night not to be about anything don't you think? Why, the Tsunami practically runs herself anymore. Yoou'd be surprised how often I find coin waiting for me whe I get up in the morning, or when I return from an absence of hours.
(walks straight out into the water while talking)
Aye. It's a fine night to about absolutely nothing.