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Yeah, Penn n me went there first.  It was alright, but kinda annoying.  The ground there isn't right.  She'd had fun, but she'd hated the sand.  It dropped off and rose up a lot more abruptly than dirt and it shifted beneath her awkwardly.  She was unstable enough in new places without that noise.  It's loud too.  Between the seagulls and the waves, there'd been a constant thrum in the background that was more even than this rain.

But the worst part was, I tried to feed @Penn to a seamonster, but none of them would take him.  Pretty rude of them to pass up on a gift like that, even if he probably is full of shit.  He'd dodged most of her attempts to shove him into the water, but they'd each gotten a few good dunks in.  She wasn't sure what she thought of the salt, it left a weird taste for what felt like days after.

Have you? she asked, realizing she'd never really talked with her mom about where she'd been before here.