Feh. [A sound that's half a scoff, half Dearka trying to get sand out of his mouth.] Then they should move somewhere else after they're born! Seriously, there's no good reason to stay...

[Yeah, he's not exactly privilege savvy, sorry. But he's also not going to sit here and keep bitching about this one specific thing, luckily. He leans back to look up at Aventurine and stretches a hand up vertically to shake.]

Well. Sorry for crashing your camper. Name's Dearka Elthman. Guess I'll be laying low here for a bit until the storm dies down.

[Surely that's not a problem? 🙂]