The boys try to tickle each other, which doesn't work at all but occupies them.

That's very cute. Is anyone else here doing anything interesting?

People are swimming around, splashing each other, eating snacks by the edge of the water, drying off with giant fans set up at the nearest outlet, having sex, climbing up a cliff at the far end of the pool and plunging into the water when they slip.

He hangs around for a while, and when it starts to feel like lunchtime he wanders back toward the beach, keeping an eye out for any especially good food carts of the spren-preparation variety along with one to buy his meal from.

This one does meatballs in six flavors! That one's selling broth and cracklings.

The meatballs smell tasty (and he gets a portion) but the broth-and-cracklings one seems more likely to work for his purposes. "Hey," he greets the person running it. "Would you be interested in being hired to do some cooking for me a little later?"

"- how do you mean?" says broth-and-cracklings lady.

"I want to hold a feast on the beach this afternoon - I can get wild spren for it, it's a bit of a long story how, but I don't know how to cook for a crowd."

"Hoo. How big a feast?"

"I can get enough spren for maybe a hundred, hundred fifty people all-they-can-eat, more if they only take a normal meal's worth? I'm just thinking whoever shows up can have some, I don't have a guest list, tell me if this sounds like a horrible idea."

"- you're giving the food away but you want to pay me to cook it? For a hundred fifty people? Yow! I can cook that much if you give me a head start but it'll be crazy."

"Pretty much, yeah. I can hire a second cook, is there anyone you'd recommend?"

"My friend with the leaf wraps goes back and forth along the creek that way."

"All right, I'll see what she says. How long do you need to wrap up here?"

"If you'll pay me some up front I can put what I've got on sale, sell out in fifteen minutes and have the pot free for a new batch."

"Sure." They can work that out, and what she wants to be paid overall, and he jogs off to find the friend.

The friend sells ground spren redolent with spices and steamed in leaf wraps, and she'll need to do the prep at home, her cart just has the steamer basket and none of the rest of it, but would be happy to help.

Oh, it smells delicious, too. How long will that take?

She can get there in fifteen minutes at a run if her friend will watch her cart and wake up all her mates and be back in an hour with prepped spren if he starts her with grindable cuts!

He can start her with pre-ground! He'll come with, his long story for how he's getting it is that he's making it with magic and he can make it there.

Well then he should hop on when he's ready and she can run him over to her house!

He climbs up!

And she's off at a run. There's enough space on the island between things and people that she can go really really fast at a full charge; she has to start decelerating before they can even see her house to come to a stop neatly in front of it. Her mates are all napping in their nest and she gets them awake and in the kitchen, bleary and confused but obedient.

Wooooooooo!

He gets out a large piece of rainbow quartz when he gets there, warns them that there'll be a bit of a lightshow from it once he starts with the magic, and begins casting.

They get spren spiced and leafed very efficiently; they clearly do this every day.