People had their reasons for doing the things that they did, Nate wasn’t going to go digging into this guy’s history if he didn’t want to talk about it or explain it beyond what he had already said. Lord knows he had his own set of reasons for doing things, reasons he didn’t exactly like sharing either.
There was a laugh when the man told him he wasn’t going to bow to peer pressure. “And here I had you pegged as the type,” Nate joked. “You have no idea, swear God gave that kid a triple helping of stubborn.” Or it just so happened she had two parents who were both stubborn. Her mom had been a lot of things and stubborn was one of them - toss Nate into the mix, and really Louisa hadn’t had much of a chance to be anything but as stubborn as the people who had given her life.
He still didn’t get the appeal. A rock shaped like a duck? It was like that place out in Arizona where the rock looked like Snoopy sleeping on top of the dog house. People loved going to see it, but Nate hadn’t understood the appeal. People liked weird shit though, that was a universal fact. “Pretty sure my kid would find a way to lose me if I took her hiking,” he admitted with a laugh. “And she’d whine about the harbor market smelling like fish.” Though bartering with the locals sounded like it could be fun. What he really wanted to ask about was the bars, but he knew that was a slippery slow he wasn’t certain he wanted to go down.
“Yeah? What sort of shops?” Much as he hated to admit it, Haven was probably the likeliest place that both his sisters and Louisa would enjoy.