[At the sound of Rand's voice, Finn frowns anew. But it's a different sort of frown -- the pouting, frustrated, supportive kind where you fully believe your friend is simply selling himself short.]

I dunno, man, lots of things! Maybe you're always the first guy up in the morning, or maybe you've got a really great singing voice, or... I mean, you hunt pretty good, I've seen you do that!

[He drums his fingers against his cheek, impatient.]

There's just gotta be something, that's all. Even if it's only something you're known for by the people who care about you.