"Uh, no, I just— this is blowing my mind a little, it's so great..." Should he gush about it? Does anyone really need to know the specifics of his metaphysical quirks? Does this guy even care? Fish is not even considering these questions, actually, just staring at his reflection, trying not to grin too big and for the most part succeeding. He flashes his tongue, blurts out a laugh.
...Right, he should probably reengage Solomon, ever, which he does, now looking about a hundred times more bright-eyed than before. He's not tearing up, but close to it. "Sorry, it's been a long time since I could do this without having to, um, rig up a thing with cameras."
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"Uh, no, I just— this is blowing my mind a little, it's so great..." Should he gush about it? Does anyone really need to know the specifics of his metaphysical quirks? Does this guy even care? Fish is not even considering these questions, actually, just staring at his reflection, trying not to grin too big and for the most part succeeding. He flashes his tongue, blurts out a laugh.
...Right, he should probably reengage Solomon, ever, which he does, now looking about a hundred times more bright-eyed than before. He's not tearing up, but close to it. "Sorry, it's been a long time since I could do this without having to, um, rig up a thing with cameras."