"I suppose," he said, his tone idle. "It's novel, but... I didn't make a habit of dwelling on what was up there, but..." He looked up again for a moment, a finger drug across his own chin, thinking. "Yes, I suppose they are a unique treat."

He paused, head tipped back down, considering. His fingers drummed against the railing, considering the words from the other man. "What did you mean by shard?"

He suspected they didn't mean the... things in them, certainly, but the wording was just enough off, unrecognizable. It meant something specific, to this man.