I saw you stop there a time or two on our travels, too. Couldn't believe anything was actually living down there at first, but you pulled plenty out of the sand. Never said so, but I was pretty impressed.

[With the space between them narrowed, she drops just slightly to her left so that she can lean against him, her shoulder pressing against his arm as she keeps her line held steady for the time being. She wouldn't go so far as to say she isn't enjoying herself— she might be impatient, but she still likes the idea of learning about something that's so important to him, and more than that, it's just... nice, spending time together like this, away from home, just the two of them. Nostalgic, but also entirely new in some ways.]

Don't know why I never really learned. There was water close enough to where I stayed, but never got around to it.

[Really, after her grandmother had gone, who would have taught her?]

What made the desert your favorite, huh?