Coconut Grove this town is wasted and alone.

If it was a ridiculous question, the guy still went with it. Although Caracal definitely sensed some sarcasm in his answer, it seemed good-humored. He grinned sheepishly, then rearranged his face into a more appropriately sober expression.

Would you like some help burying him? Maybe we can say a few words? the yearling offered, trying to keep from smiling. Or maybe we could just, y’know, yeet him into the water? Maybe he’d like that better? A burial at sea, I mean.