He catches the coconut and turns it around in his hand with a "oooo!"

He sets it down on a rock, and he's barely paying attention to the...eepy creepy walking cacti bug things anymore.

"One fancy shmancy island drink comic up."

Chop!

"Can't do that. Got a reputation to maintain. You know how it goes.

Want some?"

Now it's just some sweet desert time. Never mind that the shield strapped to his back is probably burning a hole somewhere nearby....