Moana was glad when he took the plate. She was growing accustomed to people skipping meals to work, only to find themselves hungry a few hours later. It was easier and sensible to eat when food was available.

"Thanks." Moana grilled the fish while it was wrapped in leaves, much like she did on her island, giving it a familiar taste of home. The fruit from her island was the only thing that Moana couldn't replicate but peaches were close.

She took a seat next to him, waiting to take the plate back with her. "It's coming along. I've been collecting materials during the day and weaving it together in the evening." At this point she's able to weave without looking at what she's doing and that works in little lightning. "I'll take the month to finish." Soonest she'll be out on the water will be early October.