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

so, obviously it wasn't shit -- which rannveig had known, actually, all along.

he settled besides her as she exclaimed no, his gaze sweeping the ..rock.

it looked like any other rock to him, and as dalia went into great labors to explain the rock, rannveig was studying something else. her.

he could see what velen had seen in her, and as she turned around he straightened up with a firm nod, as if he had been so very dutifully listening all along. was it riveting? well..

"oh yeah, totally. it really rocks my world." he answered as stone-cold-sober solemnly as he could, a snigger escaping the end of his comment. "you could say i'll never take stones for... granite again."

cackling obnoxiously loud, rannveig skipped down the beach, happy to help (and listen) as dalia pointed out the intricacies of stones and rocks, showing him a world that frankly, he had never knew existed.