[ Jim's neck twitches minutely; that tickles! But he doesn't laugh or tell Zell to stop, because he's too busy listening. Trying to picture it, and Zell when he was younger. There aren't any beaches where Jim's from, it's damp and dreary for most of the year, but Zell seems like he belongs on one. His brightness and warmth would fit there the way it doesn't in the snow and darkness. ] I'd like to see it with you.

[ The next question brings them back to the trip. Jim hums before he answers. ] -It was on the trip. He belonged to Silver, so when they showed me down to the kitchen and told me I was going to be working there - he was pretending to be a spoon, then a straw to suck up all my soup.

[ And, since Zell seems to be hinting: ] You were really a crybaby, huh. What changed?