COASTLINE SPAWN <BIGBEE>

<Ptoo, ptoo, I can still taste that monkey!> Complained Taka, as he rinsed his mouth out with salt water. After a few cycles he lay down in the surf, with each wave covering him completely. Big Bee could see him spraying a little fountain of water into the air every time the water retreated.

"Do you taste that bad?" he asked Grookey, who shrugged.

<I don't bite myself often,> admitted the little monkey. Instead of perching on Big Bee's shoulder, the little simian had started collecting driftwood. He tested every branch and stick by bending it, chewing it, and then slamming it against a rock a few times. If it failed any of these tests, he tossed it out towards Taka and let the tide take it. Buy if the stick was found worthy, then he gleefully stuck it into his fur.

"What should I call you? Greg?"

The Grookey froze, twig clenched between its teeth. It spat it out onto the sand. <First, ew. Second, I'm a girl.>

"Oh! I'm sorry, I just assumed because of the fighting and screeching."

<I like brawling as much as the next monkey! Anyway, pick me a good name. Something strong yet tropical.>

"Mango?"

<No.>

"Palm tree?"

<Terrible. Again.>

"Durian?"

<Hmmm...How about Ria? Short and snappy, like these twigs on Taka's skull!>

Big Bee tried to relax. He leaned back into the warmth of the beach, letting it envelop him like a grainy, hard-packed blanket. He pressed back, and the sand crunched deliciously, like a thousand biscuit crumbs in the mouth of some gargantuan- <Fuck off! I found them!>
<....>
<Your name isn't on any of these->
<...>
<Huh. So it is. Well fine, you can have that one, but the others are mine!>
<...>
<No way did you...NO! You get ONE okay?>

Big Bee opened one eye to see Rian arguing loudly with a Sobble, who was quietly mouthing its complaints regarding her recent acquisition of driftwood. From the sounds of things the Sobble had claimed all of the pieces ahead of time.

<I'm not a thief! You can't just claim all of the wood on the beach!>
<...>
<It's not even remotely similar! I'm sorting mine into piles and just taking the bits I like->
<...>
<Yeah it doesn't work if you like all of it. That's not being discerning, that's being GREEDY!>

The pair battled up the beach, grabbing, shoving, and close-range whacking each other. Grookey swung poorly with sticks, which made wet, sticky sounds when they hit Sobble. Sobble gave just as good back, spraying jets of water at the panting monkey, and kicking sand up into her eyes.

The pair reached the tree line, and collapsed into the shade of the trees, continuing to swing weakly at each other as they rolled and gasped in the mingling grit and leaf litter. <Mine,> said Grookey, between gulps of salty air <you can't> she took another breath, and slapped Sobble weakly with a stick <have them.>

<...> Sobble replied, and it fell forward, slapping her across the face with its sail.