“Not me. My Slate,” Link says. A conversation he’d find himself soon repeating, to someone who would remind him a lot of Luke. Funny how that works.

Link holds up the rock, admiring those sparkles that had caught Luke’s attention. “You found it just outside the Camp?”

Maybe Link could go looking for a few more rocks. And…do something with them. Something that would probably involve hoarding ridiculous numbers of them in his Slate.