After being teased by Saya and judged by Cassiel, Fenrir is stuck transporting logs of wood from the riverbank to the makeshift lift that Tabitha has built on top of The Shoebill. He carries the logs over, places them on the lift, and then she pulls it up while he swims back for more logs. Meanwhile, Shogun flies to and from the boat with a log in his mouth each time, and even Oleander is helping out now that he’s returned with a much messier head of hair. Oleander’s method of helping out is creating viny tendrils to coil around the logs and then carry them over the water that way. His plantlike tentacles can barely reach The Shoebill, but they manage to.

By the time they’re done and have The Shoebill’s deck loaded up with wooden logs, leaving the wagons behind for now, Fenrir is a soaked mess of wet fur.

At least Tabitha is kind enough to lower the lift for him to bring him up without making him climb up the side himself.

“You are looking rather damp, my hero,” Nell says, now standing on the deck with Serra next to her.

“About time you two got here. Did you know to wait until we were done doing all the hard work?” Fenrir asks them as everybody takes a step away from him.

They all know what’s going to happen now.

He shakes just like a dog which sends wet-dog-scented water everywhere.

“We really need to invest in some towels,” Fenrir says. “Actually, Tabs, you need to make a blow dryer. Then I can get back to being fluffy faster.”

“I’ve never heard of a man who wants to be fluffy,” Tabitha says before theorizing within her mind just what sort of blow dryers she could make with this world’s limited technology.

“I was doing lewd things to her,” Serra speaks up, answering Fenrir’s earlier question.

“Serra!” Nell whines and pouts. “You do not need to so boldly tell everybody!”

“Should I mark you here too?”

While Nell blushes and shakes her head, the rest of the crew imagines just what exactly it is that Serra might have been doing to Nell in real life, and they want to know just what exactly Serra meant when she mentioned marking Nell.

“Nice,” Oleander says, giving Serra a thumbs-up.

Fenrir nods his head in agreement.

“Might have baby ferrets, too,” Serra says.

“Eh? What are you talking about?” Fenrir asks her.

“Damian and Lily won’t stop doing it.”

Nell sighs and says, “Yes, it would seem that we will need multiple cages if we wish for those two promiscuous ferrets to behave themselves.”

“Damian and Lily are my OTP,” Serra says.

“You’re a dork,” Fenrir tells the shortest of his girlfriends. She takes his comment with pride and nods her head. “Wait, hasn’t it been a few hours already here, which means…”

“Two hours!” Nell says. “Two hours have passed in reality, so it will be time for lunch soon.”

“So, you were doing lewd things for two hours?”

Serra nods her head which makes Nell blush once again.

“Degenerates. All of ya,” Tabitha says.

“Ho-how does that even work for so long?” Azalabulia asks with her own blush showing on her cheeks.

Fenrir looks between Azalabulia and Serra.

Azalabulia is much taller than Serra is, way thicker and bustier, and mature looking. Serra is short, borderline flat, petite with wide hips, and very young looking but way more mature acting.

Fenrir wants to see Serra dominate Azalabulia.

That wouldn’t be gap moe, but gap lewd!

Fenrir wants to see the gap lewd between Serra and Azalabulia.

Remembering what Cassiel said earlier about his girlfriends already discussing bringing Azalabulia into their relationship, he wouldn’t be surprised if Serra has already thought in-depth plans up regarding lewd things with Azalabulia.

He wants in on those plans.

Oleander, at the ship’s wheel, begins maneuvering to get The Shoebillturned around so that they can head back down the river to where they want to build their city.

“This is a lovely area!” Nell says.

“Yeah. Looks pretty,” Serra agrees while sneaking in a pinch of Nell’s behind.

“Must you!? You are like a perverted old man! You already had me for hours!”

Nell blushes when she realizes what she just shouted loud enough for everybody to hear.

“You have to dress up like a nurse and I’ll tell you to come sit on my lap,” Serra says.

While nobody may speak up in agreement with Nell, they’re all agreeing with her on the inside that Serra truly is a perverted old man reincarnated into the body of a petite, young girl.

Even Serra agrees.

“Now then! I wished to ask something. My hero,” Nell looks at Fenrir, “it is clear that these trees have a history of being swept by wind away from the coast. Do you believe that this area is truly safe?”

“We already talked about this, but yeah. I think it’ll be fine. Rao knows how to build sturdy stuff, and we’ve got some really strong wood to build with. Some log cabins on the coast would probably get destroyed by strong winds if that’s what happens here, but steel oak cabins might be fine. Even then, we plan on building actual buildings, not just cabins,” Fenrir explains.

“I see! Well, I shall hope that we do not all get swept away! I may love tragedy, but I cannot – actually, I can think of a fun tragedy involving something such as a hurricane! We could be holding onto each other in our final moments as the flood water grows higher!”

“But we can both breathe underwater. On another, potentially really stupid note, I just thought of something.”

“What would that be, my hero?”

“Hurricane-chan.”

“Wh-what?”

“A hurricane personified as a cute anime girl.”

“U-umm…” Nell tilts her head to the side in total confusion. “How – how would such a thing work?”

“Well, first off, there would have to be twins. Hurricane-chan and Typhoon-chan would be twins. Hurricane-chan would have a tan and maybe a bit of a tropical flair to her, be super outgoing and loud, and love to party. Typhoon-chan would be her reserved sister. Tornado-chan would be like a spunky little sister loli who looks up to both of them, and both of the twins would kind of have like an older sister appeal to them. Then… while I’m thinking about it, a volcano would definitely make for a good tsundere. A tsundere Volcano-chan. Forest Fire-chan would be a yandere who threatens to burn everybody and chase people. Earthquake-chan would be a really nerdy and clumsy girl with darker skin who’s super shaky and gets bullied a lot, but Tsunami-chan would be her guardian and always stick up for her whenever she gets bullied. Everybody would be afraid of her. What else… Nor’easter-chan would be a kuudere, and if this was a harem anime, the protagonist would need to be like a geologist or meteorologist.”

Nell feels her head spinning as she tries to keep up with Fenrir’s conversation with himself. Is this how people feel whenever she goes over her fantasies with them? She might have to tone things back and be more considerate in the future if that is the case!

“De. Gen. Er. Ate,” Tabitha says.

“Seriously, how do you even think of things like that?” Cassiel asks Fenrir. “Your mind is as overactive as Nell’s is.”

“Volcano-ch-chan would need to be the strongest of them all!” Azalabulia declares. “Because she has explosions! The one with explosions wins no matter what! She – she could fill the sky with smoke and cause an ice age! And lava melts everything! And it’d be like she can shoot meteors from her mouth that explode with more lava!”

“True, true,” Fenrir says, “but I don’t know about her being the strongest. Her power level would definitely be high, but I think a typhoon might be able to beat her. Actually, Volcano-chan and Tsunami-chan would probably fight over Earthquake-chan. Since she can be related to both of those, they might fight over who gets her attention the most.”

“A rivalry between powerful foes! Their battles would decimate land for hundreds of miles to win the heart of the earthquake! Who would win? The volcano’s explosive abilities, or the typhoon’s raging tides? I want to watch it happen! Somebody has to have done the math online and figured out what would happen! I might have something to talk to my students about now!”

“You talk to them about crazy stuff like this? Aren’t they kids?”

Azalabulia, with a smug look of confidence, says, “It’s how you get them interested in learning! You have to stoke the flame within them! Kids are more interested in learning about cool things than boring things! What would you be more interested in, a volcano versus a tsunami, or about two plus two?”

“I mean, the former, but isn’t the latter kind of more important?”

“Don’t worry, I make sure they learn all of that boring stuff before getting them involved with the fun stuff!”

“You actually sound like you’re a pretty good teacher.”

“Of – of course I am!”

“I bet the boys love you,” Serra says.

“Wha-what makes you say that?” Azalabulia asks Serra.

Serra points up at Azalabulia’s chest.

“They’re too young for that!” Azalabulia shouts with an embarrassed huff. “I think!”