[It's far from unusual to find Billie on the beach, combing through the sand for treasures to trade away. Shiny rocks, or shells that wash up on shore, or beach glass, although some of his collection is still sharp, as though freshly broken.
The statue is new, though, and whoa. It's so lifelike. Billie pauses in front of Chozen, staring up at him, as though trying to figure out where came from. Experimentally, the boy raps his knuckles against the statue's knee. Is it wood? Stone? Some kind of plastic? A whiff of the hot chocolate suggests that maybe the whole statue is made of some kind of food, and briefly there's a look on his face that suggests he might be contemplating putting that theory to the test.
Wait, that doesn't make sense. Who puts a chocolate statue on the beach? Billie knows first hand chocolate covered sand does not make a great snack. Sure, it might taste okay, but the texture leaves a bit to be desired.]
So weird... who gives a statue chocolate anyway? You are a statue, right? Or are you just pretending?
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The statue is new, though, and whoa. It's so lifelike. Billie pauses in front of Chozen, staring up at him, as though trying to figure out where came from. Experimentally, the boy raps his knuckles against the statue's knee. Is it wood? Stone? Some kind of plastic? A whiff of the hot chocolate suggests that maybe the whole statue is made of some kind of food, and briefly there's a look on his face that suggests he might be contemplating putting that theory to the test.
Wait, that doesn't make sense. Who puts a chocolate statue on the beach? Billie knows first hand chocolate covered sand does not make a great snack. Sure, it might taste okay, but the texture leaves a bit to be desired.]
So weird... who gives a statue chocolate anyway? You are a statue, right? Or are you just pretending?