Dragoncrest Cliffs Get yer meathooks off me!

Nope. Merlin had missed the cue, too wrapped in watching Rosalyn go for the kill and trying to catch all of the important details and managing to figure out exactly nothing. Had he been familiar with Winnie the Pooh, he would have made some references about having only sawdust for his brain. Because, while at times it was capable at elaborate brilliancy, at others it failed him completely. Especially during the most crucial of moments. 

He craned his neck, watching the birds fly over his head, then he turned his gaze back to Rosalyn. "Say... uh... I don't think those birds will be exactly my game. Too fast for my coconut," he told her honestly. "But - what about scavenging? Is there much to scavenge along the shores?" Picking up trash was always easier than being the one to chase after it.