Sometimes a nose lies, too, love, and you keep clear of what you can.

( A negligent shrug, before he returns to his shelf scoping. Nothing much else of interest, other than a somewhat pretty blue and white bowl he reaches out to take hold of. )

Been here what... since... they left some islands, Ke-Waihoo? Wanu? Which must have been oh, s...

( He trails off, paling a touch. )

Storm take it, am I getting closer to a year?