Oh, man, we lived like five minutes from the shore... [As Julien reminisces the extra eyelids show slightly in the inner corners of his eyes, tinting his sclera to a tea color.] I was such a stupid kid, but at least I had enough taste to go to the lake a lot when we were there.

[He shakes off the memory, retracts the eyelids, looks at Banagher.] The far shore's like a hundred miles off, so you can see it, it's just... far. And you do get waves, and surfers even. Just not usually as many of either, and no tides. [Actually there are tides in the Great Lakes, but they're a matter of like two inches, so he doesn't know.]

I think it just seemed... I don't know, milder. Sweeter, compared to the ocean. [He snorts] I mean it is literally, fresh water, but like... You've got your shipwrecks in some of the lakes, you know, they can kill you. But it's definitely not as big or mysterious.