Oh, I don't know. Winning daring duels. Wild adventures, and the like.

[He says it with a side-long smile as they leave the beach behind them, enter the wide streets he'd spied from the boat. A handful of unhappy looks are cast their way - some incredulous, others disbelieving, or snide - but he pays them little mind for the moment. They still seem to him little more than the constructs of his imagination; a dream city populated by dream people. Whatever could be displeasing them seems irrelevant and unreal.]

But a year! That's ah, well that's quite some time to spend dreaming, isn't it?

[Look. He isn't usually quite so slow on the uptake. But all of this seems so fantastic that it's hard to give it much physical weight, just yet.]