Brainstorms

What'd he say? asks Sweezus, when Saint Roley returns to the shore.

He expects to make a killing, says Saint Roley.

In a good way or a bad way? asks Sweezus.

Good way, says Saint Roley. I told him about the Jaffas.

What about the sea weed? asks Louisa.

Yes, he asked about that, says Saint Roley. I skirted the subject.

Cool, says Sweezus. Thanks. You bought us some time. Is he still out there?

No, says Saint Roley. He's probably gone off to order more seaweed.

The unwanted ingredient, says Sweezus. 

We can work with it, says Arthur.

Yeah? says Sweezus. 

Think outside the box, says Arthur.

Okay, says Sweezus. Start thinking.

Red sushi socks, says Arthur.

Like what, knitting? asks Sweezus.

Fab idea, says Louisa. Or weaving. Then we don't need such long fibres.

Mind if I put my oar in? says Reedy.

Go ahead, says Sweezus. 

People like FOOD, says Reedy. We would've binged on choc-orange sushi.

Yeah, says Spogg. But people also need socks.

It doesn't have to be socks, says Arthur. Could be something harder.

Harder, as in shoes? asks Louisa. I don't think so.

That seaweed brick you boiled up was pretty hard, says Sweezus. We could make plates and sell them.

Plates? says Arthur. No one buys plates.

You'd be surprised, says Louisa.

The brainstorming has been useful.

Now Victor and Gaius wheel their bicycles onto the sand.

Terence, who has been let out of Gaius's back pack, runs towards Sweezus.

Guess what!

What? asks Sweezus. 

Saint Roley has to be my new parrot! says Terence.

Saint Roley looks up. What's this?

He had been thinking of leaving.

Baby-Glossy died! says Terence. I don't have a parrot.

He DIED! says Louisa. What happened?

Victor cut him in half, says Terence.

I don't believe it! says Louisa. 

Victor walks up. Hello all. Nice day for surfing. I have a few questions for Arthur. 

He stops talking.

Why is everyone looking at him as though he's a criminal?