Boga doesn't respond to Currituck's comment about his large family right away, instead choosing to grab the equipment off of the Crab Bag. After he returns, waiting for his question about how long Currituck wants to workout for, Boga puts the two smaller jugs from his hands down on the ground and then holds out the two larger ones to Currituck for him to take. Thank the gods that he said he didn't want to go too long. That might have ruined things for Bo if he was forced to go longer. Not because he couldn't do it, just that... he always does twenty minutes.
As he continues to hold out the jugs to Currituck, the man claps his hands like he just had a bright idea. Boga raises an eyebrow, unsure of what epiphany could have just come to him in that exact moment. Was it about how many siblings he has? He chuckles once the idea is revealed. "Well, actually the next time we saw each other was at Solara's party. You just got back from your trip, I remember. You were trying your best to get Solara not to hog all the alcohol," his chuckle continues. "She got a little bit tipsy, after all." He supposes that that's normal for humans on their birthdays. But Currituck was there, he doesn't need him to explain the whole night to him.
Bo's about to accept the offer, as is his natural extroverted instinct, but he hesitates, his mouth slightly hanging open. "Uh—" he attempts to fight off the same feeling of unease as he had gotten earlier in reference to extending his work out routine. Boga doesn't usually go out after working out. He usually stays home, drinks water, watches the ocean and just walks around, he guesses. But he doesn't usually go around town or do anything. But Currituck does seem like the type to like drinking. He is a sailor. And Bo does want to spend time with him and make him happy. It's rude to turn down people's offers, especially when they are willing to pay for you. "I... guess, I can do that, sure." He can deal with it this once. It'll be fun, probably. He could use a drink or two to help him not to think so much. "Yeah, that should be fun," he nods, his vacant expression converting into a smile. "Sahkra would say otherwise but yeah, why not?" Look at him, breaking out of his routine to try something new. He's actually kind of proud of himself.
Boga is about to bring up his family again, because he's far too curious about Currituck's life of being a single baby to set it aside, when Currituck bring up yet another subject. "That boat?" He points with the jugs that he still hopes Currituck would take eventually. "Oh, that's my boat- well, not my boat, it's Shawm's boat but he lets me live on it with him." He looks over to it, trying to remember the last time he has seen Shawm actually take the boat out onto the water. Has to have been about a year now, come Spring. "He doesn't take it out very often. Once a year he'll sail out and fish as much fish as the boat can carry and then drag it back to the market, sell a bunch of it, do that a few more times and then just stop fishing until next year. I've never seen a fisher do that before but I guess he does catch a lot of fish. He at least knows what he's talking about, from what I can tell. He's tried to teach me a thing or two but I haven't gotten the hang of it. I'm too busy to really practice. The boat is called something like
The Crab Bag," he says roughly in Common, one of his heels tapping in the sand while he speaks. "It's like a pun or something in Common, I don't even know. Something to do with lobsters I think."
As he talks he decides to place the larger jugs on the sand in front of Currituck rather than waiting for him to take them, taking the two single-gallon jugs for himself and holding them lazily at his sides. His fingers tap the handles. "Sahkra thinks it's the worst smelling place she's ever been too but it's only really bad after he just brings back a haul. All the rest of the year it's just like any other boat. Sahkra holds strong to her opinion anyway. Being the oldest out of us I think sometimes she gets it in her head that she knows better than everyone," He snickers, his eyes shifting back and forth between looking at Currituck's jugs and then out onto the water. " She's the eldest out of all of us, she's 38 come Summer. Then there's Deego, my brother, he's 36 early next season. Then there's me, and I'm the last of my mother's kids. But my father remarried my step-mother and had my younger brothers Xagor, Gunth, Sharipov, and Kirsh, and also my younger sisters, Ayday, Jibek, and Nurayda. Nurayda is the youngest, she's 2 and Xagor is the eldest of my stepmother's children, he just turned 20 this season. So, yeah, I guess you can say he has been busy," Boga laughs, swingings his arms some and sloshing the water inside his gallons. "He did take a break after my mother died, it was a hard time on him and all, but while I trained to be a labourer when I was a teen he met my step-mother and they just had at it, I guess. He's a handsome man, I'm not surprised he remarried."
Boga looks at his jugs and nods. He should probably tell Currituck what to do with these, shouldn't he? "There's a couple of different exercises we can do with jugs but I imagine you want some arm and back strength, right? To pull ropes and all that on ships?" The fact that he just spewed an exorbitant amount of information out onto Currituck went over his head completely. He likes his family, despite how rude his aunts and uncles and other extended families can be at times. He enjoys getting to talk about his siblings, especially Deego and Sahkra because not many people really are that interested in it. So when he does perceive an opportunity, he takes it, and sometimes his inhibition struggles to tone down the information dump to tolerable levels.
