They emerged into the summer night air which, around this area at least, always carried the slightest hint of the smell of sea salt. This was why Paul had moved here, why he liked it so much. It was calming, in a sense. "You should write fortune cookies," he informed Sheila. "If the storyteller thing doesn't work out for you. And no, I'm not a healthy food nut either. I try to be, but sometimes it doesn't always work out." He liked alcohol too much for that!