"It isn't an unpleasant thing," he replies, crouching down for a moment to pick up a loose pebble from the ground.

"Sometimes I thought that some of the so-called 'sane' folk of Wall could do with a bit of...something out of the ordinary once in a while." Or imagination.

He flicks the pebble in the lake's direction, not particularly getting the effect he was going for. It skips once, then sinks rather embarrassingly into the water.