“I’m not usually a beer drinker, Felix.” “It’s a blueberry ale, made here on the island. Try it.” I took a sip. It was ice cold and slightly tart. “Thanks.” I set the glass down. “And you were right earlier—I’m not from here. I live in Toronto,” I said, picking up an oyster. “Toronto,” he repeated, though it sounded more like Terranah. He nodded once, solemn. “Sorry about that.”
