Vohu was grinning from ear to ear when he found her, the broad smile warping the scars around his eyes. "Hey, Awiti! Wanna learn how to make fireworks? I think I know all the ingredients we need to pick up."
Awiti looks up from scribbling and doodling in her notebook, surprised. “Fireworks?” The heat of the summer day is sweltering and the sun bright; she shields her eyes to look up at Vohu. She grins. “…Sure. Yeah! Yeah. When? Now?” She glances around the deck, considering something. “I— uh, probably shouldn't do it on board though, yeah?” She smirks. “Captain’ll have our hides if we sink his ship with one of ‘em.”