We'd have a long drawn out staring contest for the first day,
Day 2, He'd find some fruit but not share any with me, than spit the seeds at me.
Day 3 I'll try to have a conversation, but he won't talk to me. The day ends as I kick coconut effigies of him out to sea as he burrows in the sand.
A week later, he's dug a pit that is home to many species of edible mushrooms, and we feast and thrive on the running cave water and mushrooms.