Galen watches, and he can't help it; he smiles a little, even if it's in a this guy kind of way. Showoff. But at least he isn't starting shit.

He leans over for another rock, flicking his ash away with his other hand. "Yeah, sure, but I wasn't going for skips, I was going for distance." He finds a suitable rock, winds up, and throws it as far as he can -- it goes pretty far, the splash not even audible from where they're standing.