Winston smiled as the stone was pressed into his hand. "I'm hardly a master," he said, his cheeks a little pink with something akin to embarrassment. Even so, he took the stone into hand, hooking his index finger along the edge. He cocked his wrist back and gave a quick flick, making sure to do so at an angle that would allow for the most skips. His stone skipped merrily across the water before stopping at around ten or so skips. "Sometimes I wonder if, to the merfolk and sea creatures in lake, skipping stones are like someone knocking on their rooftop."