You're the 8th wonder

Jiro's tail wags a few times as she gets his name correct. Giving her his typical lazy smile, he moves to sit his butt down on the sand beside her. "Yer good at names considerin' there's so many of us," Jiro says, a little bit of a puppy-like laugh in his tone as he lets his gaze wander from the happy-go-lucky Nami to the bay. The water shines beneath the sun on this particularly clear day. When had those clouds cleared from the sky? Rain had practically fallen every day since he was born so it was no surprise that the day he decided to wander down to the bay, he had been graced with good weather.

Fish? Jiro looks back to Nami for a second. Since most of his time had been within the bamboo, he had actually never really looked at the bay or its contents. "Fish? Like the ones we eat?" His face scrunches. Why had it never occurred to him that these fish creatures would live anywhere except in the bamboo? "Ya mean they're in there?" He asks as his pale gaze turns to where she now points as the very large silvery, shimmery fish.

"I like'ta hunt mice and grasshoppers and sometimes lizards," Jiro comments, his eyes still trained on the large fish weaving in and out of the kelp. "How do ya hunt fish?" His voice is incredulous as he finally turns to look back up at Nami. He almost didn't believe her because they looked so fast and far more slippery than a lizard or a snake!