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"Looking for Henny; looking for Henny, please," Ava said to the ocean. "Looking also for Darby, please - something special for Darby, if you would." She proceeded to walk along the edge of the water, scanning the sand for what she called "wee little gifties", pausing every now and again to straighten up and stretch. "Everyone's going to think you're a lunatic - going out there every day, yelling at the sea to give you prezzies," Stuart had said, dour as ever. "They'll say 'Old bag's gone off!' and some concerned citizen will call the authorities. We'll get a visit because of this - because of you." "I don't yell at the water," Ava said, slipping into her pocket vest and broad brimmed hat. "I ask very nicely for what everyone needs right now; I look for worry stones (mostly) and I never bother the waves for myself." He huffed and puffed and she left him like that (making angry noises in the living room). The bounty was gorgeous today and Ava thanked the ocean for its generosity. "If I could trouble you for one last thing," she whispered, "I'd ask for the freedom to do more good in the world - some change to come over the house so that I wasn't made to feel so small and pointless all of the time. If not, that's all right; I will manage. I intend to manage." Back at the house, Stuart stood up in a dark mood, stomping into the kitchen (forced to refill his own cup). Ava giggled, running away from an unexpectedly large wave coming in, just as his heart gave out.