Stavanger Bay life is like a box of chocolates

The youth's outburst had Aesop snickering, laughter quickly tamped down so as not to seem rude. "Nah, everyone's always learnin' somethin'. I know maybe half of the stuff there is to know," he said. Aesop was pretty confident in his estimate, since, while there was much to know in the world, he did know quite a bit of it. After all, he knew the name of every constellation and the stories that went with them. (And he would be shocked to find out that there was another hemisphere with another sky, and that every language has a new name and new story for even the constellations he knew.)

Aesop stood, pacing up to Charon and bumping his nose into the youth's shoulder with just enough force to jar him slightly if he wasn't paying attention. Confident that that would get the kid's attention, he continued, smiling wryly as he said, "you wanna learn? I don't know everything, but I do know my way around the water well enough."