"I bet it's not just my port," Ueda Hanon said, not believing him, but his words were more comforting, so her face softened a lot.
Aoyama Xiu Xin chuckled lightly and said with utter seriousness, "I'm a battleship, an aircraft carrier! So my draft is deeper; other ports are too shallow. Unless it's high tide, I would easily run aground on a normal day, but mooring at your port is just right anytime."
"Get lost," Ueda Hanon said emotionlessly, listening to his double entendre and shooing him away.
"Hey!" Aoyama Xiu Xin amicably smiled, waved goodbye, and turned to leave.
Ueda Hanon called out to Aoyama Xiu Xin's retreating back, "A port needs regular maintenance too; otherwise, don't come back next time."
"Alright, next time I'll bring some oil for maintenance, wax a little, paint a bit, and trim the weeds while I'm at it," Aoyama Xiu Xin said without turning around.
His response was a coffee cup flying at him.
He dodged it skillfully, and it smashed to the ground.
