[ Huh. Robby can't really provide an answer, nothing that's likely to be satisfactory. Place is weird, and a wedding can have plenty of pictures that even the groom would know about. ...but also, not one to be found in a kid's orphanage, to be fair.

Not the question of the bag makes him look himself, and he huffs lightly. ] --wasn't that much. I help around the docks; few of the guys got me to bring them here.

[ He knows how that sounds, get the kid to take the bits and bobs over, but there's a slight fondness that doesn't mind it, for more than just a good-hearted reason. He likes some of the people there; and anyway, he's never got much better to do. ]

This place is weird. [ There, there's his unuseful remark on where mysteriously framed photographs could appear. ] --All these washing up now, and your wedding photo? It could be something to do with the city.

[ His mouth pulls, a small shift of his shoulders that might be a shrug. ]

Reality doesn't make sense here most of the time.