Solar:*double checking supplies in the boat* Compass. CB radio. Sunscreen.
Lunar:Hot dog costumes!
Solar:I’m sorry, what?
Lunar:You know, in case we get lost at sea, and one of us, probably Sun, goes mad with hunger, we’ll put these on. Sun hates hot dogs, so they probably won’t eat us.
Solar:Are you saying that Sun would rather eat us than hot dogs?
Sun:I do hate hot dogs.
