Sea Lion Shores What's the best distraction?

He craned his neck and raised his brows, as if the motion could afford him a better look - but Tuathal could see little more than sand. The shells were hidden from him, and after a moment of strain he keeled back to settle on his haunches and let his gaze drift to Ahe again.

"I haven't seen many shells before," he found her sheepish look slipping across his face, "actually, never much been to the ocean..." as if she really cared. He rambled on anyway, his eyes once again returning to survey the hole where the phoenix dug her quarry. Tuathal tipped his snout toward the dip in the sand, "... so, um... what's your prettiest one?"