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"Really?" Birk's interest was piqued. Out of habit - when it came to listening to a story - he tried to sit down, but once his butt met the surface of the water, he decided that being submerged half-way down in a not so warm water would not be a good idea. Therefore he got out on the bank, shook his coat and cast the girl an execptant look. 

"I am all eyes and ears for that tale," he told her. "But first - what is your name?"