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the thing about being alone for val was that you never needed to be alone for long. invent a new friend, talk to the crabs, swing kelp in your mouth -- no windowless feelings here in val's mind, which made extraordinarily imaginative gymnastic leaps at every turn: including when he saw garland.

a stranger, ahoy! his demeanor instantly perked, his eyes lit up and he flared not unlike an excited cockatoo. BEHOLD! his majestic kelp! he swung it about, eyeing his long-limbed new best friend with a cheery glint in his eye. "i like the way you talk." val offered first, swinging the kelp this way and that before he stood attention with the silvery-green plant draping lifelessly from his mouth. "issa special kind of kelp. magic kelp, even!" this, of course, was another of val's extraordinary exaggerations -- but he waited for garland's reaction first before he made any further move.