[Walking towards Polka was a short, shirtless, and shivering boy, clutching his journal close to his chest in a vain effort to keep it dry. Despite this, there was a smile on his face.]
Yes! Then you must be Polka. Sorry for making you walk all the way out here.
[Action] Whoo!
Yes! Then you must be Polka. Sorry for making you walk all the way out here.