"And I meant it when I said that you're welcome here," Dale assured him.

The seats on the porch were wooden, as nearly everything constructed on the island was, but he'd put blankets over them and found them quite comfortable to spend time in. Maybe he'd even light one of the torches when the light completely faded, and make it feel truly homey, in a tiki-hut sort of way.

"I'm sorry there's only the one bed, but I promise you I sleep like a log and won't disturb you a bit."