Coconut Grove nobody wants to hear you sing about tragedy.

The girl didn't say anything in response, but there did seem to be something going on inside of her head. He wondered what was up with her, but didn't ask. It would be rude, which was irrelevant to him. Mostly, he just didn't care. He'd been up for about 26 minutes at this point, which meant it was almost his naptime. He wanted to try and find something to eat before he went down.

As though reading his mind, the girl finally spoke, and it seemed as though her mind was on food as well. "Yeah, you stand there until your brain tricks you into thinking you felt something by your foot and then you smash your face into the water at what turns out to be nothing," Penn answered with a small smirk, "Or do you have a different method?"