[he chuckles quietly at Brendan's disdain, already picking a second one up, belatedly hesitating before realizing it's too late, he already touched it. oh well. his now.

he chews slower, pushing a glob of muffin over to one cheek, tilting his head as the tone grows more somber. he gulps, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, and goes quiet for a moment, thoughtful.

a little dubious:] Well...islands are connected to land underneath all that, right? So there's that.

[frowns.] Except floating ones. But those are in the air away from the ocean anyway.