Stavanger Bay A Mile Step By Step

Phox nodded. He too had thought about that. How many generations of their ancestors were up there watching them? And what did they think about everything that was going on down here, anyway? He doubted they had much in the way of swaying how things unfolded here in the real world, even if they were really up there, but it was still fun to think about and mull over. Besides, it made a good reason for children to behave when they were younger. Phox was pretty sure he'd used the "your grandma will know if you were a bad kid!" line a time or two.

Oh... I don't know that one! Phox replied with a bemused grin. I suppose we could always swap stories once the sun sets. Wouldn't that be some mushy romantic comedy-level nonsense? But in all seriousness, the thought did appeal to him. It was rare to find somebody who wanted to listen to him ramble about some folklore. Sometimes he made children sit through it, but even they got antsy pretty quickly.