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"There is little cause to fear giants now," he explained. "We are an old species, that much I do remember; born from the myths of your ancestors when the world was still full of unknowns. But it is different now: fears are more immediate, certain creatures are more easily dismissed. Technology is so far advanced...I still do not quite understand your scrying devices," Owain added, mimicking the "call me" sign and laughing at himself. "Giants are no longer in the minds of humans, I imagine. Perhaps with scarelings, but..." He shrugged helplessly.

"When," he corrected her gently but firmly.

Perking as she brought the phone out, Owain leaned in to examine it. The beeping was a nuisance, but he figured paying it no mind would help her; though she did recieve a sympathetic look. "Oh, everything about it baffles and delights me," he said with a big smile of his own. "I could never have imagined a device capable of sending messages to others so far away so quickly! Or holding games and storing information and Jack only knows what..." It was obvious he hadn't been used to it even as a student, amnesia notwithstanding.

He tapped the screen and giggled. "I suppose that is another reason I was drawn to him: we are both driven towards progress in these fields. Science, technology..." He tapped again and was as happy as a child in a candy store. "I am not fond of metal itself—iron especially—but these toys are so wonderful!"

His eyes raced across the screen fast enough to be dizzying, mouth slightly open in awe as he fiddled with the cellphone. It was one thing to watch Jack handle it and quite another to handle it himself. He treated it as though it were as fragile as glass.

"I cannot recall," the giant said distractedly. "Beholder...No, it does not sound familiar. What are they? And have you asked him yourself why?"

"Eyeballs..." He seemed positively tickled by the idea. "What a curious life they must lead...But how can you know if you do not ask?" Owain pointed out as he found himself on the internet, googling absolute gibberish because his fingers were not suitable for cellphones. "Always be curious, my sweet. What sort of traits does he mean?"

Owain stifled a chuckle in spite of himself. "Apologies," he said quickly, sniffling at the nose poke. "Pink is...an interesting reason to be chosen, though it certainly suits you regardless of how you change. But weak?" He consulted the phone with a confused look. "Perhaps he merely means he saw the potential in you to be more."

A pause.

His face lit up with realization. "It could be...Yes! Let us consult this all knowing device for advice about the troubles of your heart!" he said gleefully, tapping with greater concentration and enthusiasm.

"There are...entire libraries dedicated to courtship??"

Owain looked like he could burst into happy tears.

"Oh, how far we have come."

More than just hover over her shoulder, he rested his chin atop it (even with her on the boulder it was easy; and with no risk of splinters to boot) and peered intently at the screen. "Hmm...what about 'how to capture the heart and mind of a mulish man who requires a delicate touch'?" he suggested. It was not a joke.

"I do not remember!" Owain chirped. "Let us see then..."

His search results were a confusing hodgepodge, so he was crestfallen at first. What did assassinations have to do with dating...? Thus he didn't put up any resistance as Chel modified their search, selecting the first result to consult. In his eagerness he had forgotten about her condition, so he offered to read it aloud.

"Ah...Oh, this woman is perceptive..." For someone who lived in Jack's mind, it was funny to see the fact that it was a parody fly over his head. "Oh, here!" Owain suddenly said with delight as they reached the end of the article. "An a*****e being nice to someone is a sure sign that they find value in that person that cannot be found in the general population."