The ocean had been very nice, as far as he can still recall. All nice and dark and warm- abruptly until it wasn't. He did not enjoy getting tossed ashore by the angry waves, and so it's probably better he not go back. The ocean is scary, actually.

"A-Ah?"

Oh- who. Who was talking to him...? He looks around to make sure he wasn't mistaken, and he wasn't actually talking to someone behind him. That would make more sense, he's just a phantom, after all.

But no, it looks like Oscar is actually talking to him. He fidgets with his robes for a moment before ice cream floats sinks in. Oh...

That did sound good...

"Okay..."