Gwyn blinked up at the two women from where he had deftly cut the quiche into eight slices - the right size to eat easily, the right number to divide properly among them.  The same knife made short work of some ripe fruit that he had gathered earlier.<br/><br/>"There aren't many bugs out here to worry about - some butterflies that feed on the flowers, and back in the trees if you look under rocks, maybe - but they don't seem to come out onto the beaches.  Of course, now that there are four of us, it might be easier to do better."<br/><br/>He looked at the other three inquisitively.  Even if he didn't understand the magic of the well, he recognized that four people could accomplish what one could not.