"Don't think takin' it out on the water's gonna fix much of that homesickness, sweetie." His tone isn't malicious, just playful. And Galen's not the only one feeling like that.

Ghoul grabs the biggest rock he can find, it's about the size of a small melon, and chucks it hard. Doesn't go half as far as Galen's but it makes a big splash and that's apparently good enough for him. He turns back to look at Party's doppelganger, running a hand through his hair and letting his expression settle somewhere between a smirk and a frown.

"... Me too." Both options. No joking. He's getting restless. There's only so much around here you can tinker with that won't send you drooling into the carpet for a few hours. And while he might not miss the desert, there are two incredibly important pieces missing to be able to call this place home. Home is still back there. Home might be lying dead in the dirt with no one to bring them back.

"'M not allowed to mess with you, so you don't have to worry 'bout that. We're okay, Howard." For now.