[ Hospitable as ever. And sure, Sanzo doesn’t own the lagoon. Of course not. But Sorey’s common sense says ‘ask the man with a gun if he minds company first before just getting in’. That’s fair, right?

Though he does slip in once the other seems distracted by the plant, settling into waters up to his waist while Sanzo fiddles with leaves. ]

I don’t think this one’s matured fully yet. [ Sorey comments somewhat tentatively. ] If you look closely, the edges of the leaves have tiny barbs that haven’t quite developed.

[ Yeah so uh... watch those fingers, Sanzo. Not that the leaves are sharp enough to cut in this premature state, but still. ]