[Gladio eyes the piece Ravus dropped back into the sand and makes a mental note of its location so that he can pick it up later... without Ravus knowing.

Despite the man's clear dismissal of that particular chunk, a smile tugs at Gladio's lips - any spark of interest worked for him.] If that kind of sentiment isn't your thing I'll have to think up somethin' else to give you for Christmas in July. I think they call it the Starlight Festival here...

[His voice trails off as he bends over to examine a piece floating on the water's edge. It's quite lovely, bleached to near-white already and almost perfectly smooth. Holding it with one hand, Gladio checks it over for any sign of critters or barnacles and lightly runs his fingers along the worn-down grain.

With a hum of approval he turns back to Ravus and answers his question.] If I can't find enough I'll have to improvise. Thought the driftwood could make a nice set but some other lightweight woods might be decent substitutes if needed.

[Gladio has given this a lot of thought. It's what he does when planning gifts, especially gifts he intends to make himself.]