'I guess I can. It's not one I do often, so I might be a little rusty'

*gotta go, will be back in a minute*

'Are you ok? Did this song mean something to you?'

'I guess I can only hope I've done it justice. I don't usually perform to other people, just to the rats and Bob' He points to the skeleton on the floor. 'This is Bob. Don't worry, he was here before I was.'

*Would you say that Flint is reasonably likeable?*

'What? Don't most people have a friendly skeleton on the floor to talk to. He's pretty good company, as he never talks back. You can get into hours-long philosophical conversations with him, but really, it's yourself you're talking to. You like philosophy, don't ya Bob?'

'Not a problem. Completely understand' He gets the ragged cloth meditation mat and chucks it over Bob so she doesn't have to see him. 'Better?'

'Yeah, you know, he always does.' Flint's eyes dart over to the net across the channel. He looks like he has seen something. Without any warning, he basically chucks himself into the slimy water, rummages through the net, and comes back clutching a necklace in his spindly fingers

'It's a necklace. Why, you want it? I've got a load already. Crazy the things you find down here'. It's a pretty simple necklace, with a leather string and three copper beads.

'It looks nice on ya' he says, sort of awkwardly. 'As long as you just forget where I found it'

'I mean, you're definitely not clean, and I can't comment on the last bit'