Stavanger Bay tell the mirror what you know she's heard before

ah, the ruse was over. sad. rannveig turned around, the cackle fading to a hearty giggle as he watched dalia inspect the stone. he padded up behind her, mirth still in his gaze as he watched her look over the land shark.

then she announced it was the most perplexing thing -- rannveig's ears twitched -- did he hear that right? this is shit?

he blinked, and adopting a rather sympathetic but knowing expression, spoke. "that isn't shit. that's a rock, bro."

what, did she really thing a walrus could poop out something that size? smh. silly dalia.