[It was only a question of time before someone noticed his actions and started asking questions, and Marshall was hardly surprised that it had happened sooner rather than later. There were precious few quiet stretches of sand along the shores of the festival, and everyone needed a chance to breathe between the fish catching games, dancing, and all sorts of confections that he had never seen before in his life. Tilting his head, Marshall looked up at the stranger and offered a small, nonchalant shrug in reply.]

Only if someone wants to join.

[He said, and moved the jug of wine out of the way. Smoothing out the sand with a hand, he gave it a satisfied pat before speaking up again.]

You wanna? I'm waiting to see if this 'Momo' that everyone's talking about wants to join us.