She pouted, everything she knew was a lie. Who was this fish? Did he even really like Antique Roadshow and Dark Wave music? Pietro could have just flushed him and been done with but instead he went through the trouble of replacing the fish. It was sweet, it was more than sweet, it's what she put up with on the daily bases. She flicked him in the arm.
"Who even asked you to do that?!" she asked. "I conjure the dead I promise you I understand the natural order of things! And now on the way to the ship we have to stop at the park so I can put Tuna III in a pond instead of using this time to have hot monkey sex for the last time on this planet."