[thanks emet you're a pal

He manages to smile, picking up another stone.]

I thought you wanted to be a connoisseur of art, not a stone skipper.

[He raises a hand to send his stone flying - but there's a pause, tension suddenly filling his body. Just as suddenly, he gives a self-deprecating chuckle, letting his hand drop and looking away.]

... I couldn't measure up to you, anyway.