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And frankly, I've never heard of "hibachi leftovers." They're cast iron portable grills. After a day of snorkeling and spear-fishing, it there's any food left, you're supposed to toss it into the bushes for feral dogs (possibly named Ralph). Everyone pees into the hibachi to douse the coals, and beds down in the sand to fall asleep making up new star constellations, like the one in the barely visible southern horizon that I call "gilled scallop," or we pack up the hibachi into the car trunk/boot and head home for more pillowy dreams. I'd hate to wake up from that with IV tubes and a stern-faced nurse...