[Once she was there. It doesn't give him much, but it's what she gives him, and it's not so important that he feels the need (or right) to press. The tooth gets set down for the biggest one, hardened fingers still treating it the same he might treat a broken piece of ceramic.]

Sharks shed their teeth constantly. Read that some of them can go through over three thousand in a lifetime. [Voice low, quiet, but it doesn't need to be very loud. No music, no one else in the shop, the dog finally taking his spot on the floor again.] Like these? [The magnifying glass tilts up the direction of Will's own teeth.] If any of these fell out or somebody took them, I'd be in a bind. I'd know, I'd have a problem with it. These? [That tooth gets made front and center.] Shark could lose one or two and not have any idea.

[But this is not one or two. This is more. This is not a walk on the beach that led to an interesting find, and who would know more than Will? She brought them to him, but whether it's to leave them behind (and thus make a gift of something she'd rather not have around) or make them something else, he's not sure. The lecture comes free of charge, easy in what might still prove uneasy. There was a reason he used his own teeth as an example instead of saying human teeth or people like me.]

I could make a necklace or something with them, if you want.

[He might have to ask for a bit of help, but he's pretty good with his hands. It can't be too difficult.]