Honeyed Pasture you smoke crack, dontcha?

he smiled and gave an approving nod at her pronunciation, her accent putting a unique twist on the name making it perhaps even more fitting.

he did not protest against her weight and slowly began to lean further towards his side until eventually he gave in completely and came to rest his head against the cool earth. "only fish should be good in the sea" he thought aloud, wondering just how long these cousins and sisters of hers had to spend in the ocean to become proficient in it.

"do you not like it? the sea?" he questions, curious as to why she'd choose it as her home if she did not feel as if she was capable of surviving off of it.