Hmm. What would be in that memory that someone wouldn't want to discuss in public? Is it that bad? Very hesitantly, Will reaches out for the stone. For a moment he's frozen, stuck in the memory, and then he blinks. And then laughs.

"Oh, good god, you had me worried it was something awful. This is probably the tamest one yet."

He turns the opal around in his fingers before pocketing it.

"So are they all prudes wherever you're from?"