"Flexin' those muscles, huh? Didn't think you even had any." Now who's the showoff? Alright, it's a little impressive. He can't exactly think of too many real-world applications for throwing rocks really far, but beaning an enemy from a distance is probably more effective than skipping a rock off their face.

Except now he's just been outdone. And now it's a contest. Ghoul nudges the sand with the toe of his boot, searching for another rock.

"But you're not out here just to throw rocks, are ya? Somethin' up?" Not that he cares. He just wants to make sure the next time he sees Jesse, he doesn't have to put up with second-hand bitching ruining the entire meet up. And it's not like he has anything better to do.