"I'll grant you half of that," Prior agrees, himself staring as the skull stares back. "The decorations don't make much sense," but plenty of beaches are littered with skulls, he thinks to himself.

Sighing, he sits. The sand is soft and forgiving and even if he's bound to find it unpleasant in all manner of crevasses, he realizes he doesn't mind the inconvenience. Not for himself or Kyle, who he gestures to offer a seat nearby. Just the two of them and their friend with its blankly knowing stare.

"What do you study?" And then, a minor correction: "What did you study?" Because he's clearly not studying now.