Hmm... maybe the next place will have another one like it.

[Geir tilts his head, analyzing the pattern of Shirley's responses. "I like my own ocean," huh... it sounds like Shirley is homesick.

he doesn't really understand that, but he supposes he sympathizes. if he had any idea of "home" past "Vern is here," he supposes it would be a lot harder to be away from it...]

Sorry your ocean isn't here.