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

"no!" exclaimed dalia, a bit taken aback but a little disappointed in herself for not seeing the possibility of him reacting like that. of course. schist sounded like shit... she should've seen the joke coming. ah, well, moving. "schist," she repeated, slower and more drawn out for his peanut brain him, "it's a type of rock... and it's a type of metamorphic rock." dalia took a moment to pause and think of any connotations he might make that she'd have to correct -- ie. the shit for schist -- but she couldn't think of any, so she just moved on.

"this is a cool one too cause..." she flipped it over with a gentle umpf, revealing tiny little glittering specks in it, "it's got some quartz formed in it!" she looked up to rannveig, expecting to see a not at all interested look. like at all, but she didn't really care. her tail swung. "isn't this riveting, rannveig?" she pressed with a look that aired on the side of mischievous, though truthfully dalia had never been such a thing.