Stavanger Bay /ʌnˈteɪməbəl/

Now Aesop openly cringed at the unpleasant cackle that issued from the bird. Had he known his joke would cause that to happen, he might have been a bit more thoughtful about making it. He noticed the way she seemed to be laughter, rather than the usual method of simply doing. That interested him, but not enough to make him give up on the possibility of a meal. There would be other birds.

"Guess you're right, there," he replied, "don't seem like much of a bird of prey yourself. Bird prey, maybe, but ain't nothin' but the worms afraid of you, it seems."

At her words he laughed. "Maybe, but it's easy enough to be both," Aesop told her. "UV ain't the sorta name you hear often. Fuck it, I'll give you mine. Name's Aesop. Why don't you tell me a bit about the bird life, then? Make the lost meal worth my while n'all."