Bryn picked up the carafe of water that had been left for them, pouring himself a glass and then throwing a questioning look at Lucy to see if she'd like any.
"Is there a talking lobster in that one?" he asked, narrowing his eyes in concentration. "I think I was just a little too old for that one."
He chuckled, having already while he was waiting for her. As he liked to cook so much, it had been an enjoyable way to pass the time. "I don't know about that. Merpeople eat fish. And this close to the sea, you know it's gonna be well lush."