Paino Shocklat

Meanwhile, Sweezus, Arthur and Louisa have arrived at Stokes Bay.

Where are they? asks Louisa. 

Maybe that's them out there, says Sweezus. I'll paddle out and see.

Okay, says Louisa. Tell them it's best eaten fresh.

Maybe don't tell them, says Arthur.

Yes, maybe don't, says Louisa. Let's check it.

She unwraps the red hairy sushi. 

Chocolate tapenade oozes out from both ends of the roll.

Give it here, says Arthur. You go, bro.

Yeah I'll go, says Sweezus. You fix the filling.

Sweezus paddles out to the break.

Got a knife? asks Louisa.

Got a thermometer, says Arthur.

He pulls out the thermometer, which glints in the sunshine.

But not as much as might be expected, if it were clean.

Yuck, says Louisa. Go and wash it.

So that is what is happening when Saint Roley flies in.

He flies over Sweezus who has not yet reached Spogg and Reedy.

He lands next to Arthur, who is washing the thermometer.

Hello, says Saint Roley. How did they like it?

They haven't tried it yet, says Arthur. The filling's oozed out.

Ah, says Saint Roley, and you're washing the thermometer because?

It was dirty, says Arthur. And Louisa wants to use it to poke the filling back in.

Better hurry, says Saint Roley. They're coming.

Arthur looks up.

They are.

Want me to delay them? asks Saint Roley.

Yes, says Arthur. We could use a few extra minutes.

He wipes the thermometer on his shorts, and heads back to Louisa.

Saint Roley flies out over the water and lands on the blunt end of Sweezus's board.

Shit! says Sweezus. 

It's me, says Saint Roley. Are these your surfing friends?

Yeah, says Sweezus. Reedy, Spogg, this is Saint Roley.

You're kidding, says Spogg.

No, says Sweezus. I've known him for like, ever. He's French. From Saint Malo.

No way! says Reedy. Bonjon!

There is no such French as bonjon, says Saint Roley. 

What? says Reedy. I remember bonjon from year eight. It means like hello or something.

Nah, says Spogg. That's bonjoo. Bonjon is like a croissant with jam and cream. They have them for breakfast.

Rarely, says Saint Roley. It's more likely to be pain au chocolat.

Hear that? says Reedy. Paino shocklat.

Well it was nice to meet you, says Saint Roley. I mustn't delay you. Were you heading in for lunch? I smell something wafting over the waves.

Yeah, says Sweezus. That'll be our new revised sushi.

I'm starving, says Reedy.

Enjoy, says Saint Roley. 

They paddle to shore, where Louisa has done a great job of remoulding the sushi.