"Does that mean the police won't punish you for not wearing your clothes, because no one is seeing you do it?" So these things humans had called police would only try to catch you for breaking a rule if someone told them about it...and the only way someone else would know about that was if they saw you do it. But if nobody saw you, then you could break all the rules you liked. Hm. Well that was certainly very interesting to know.
"Tons," he repeated back. How many was tons? Fluffy had said that you could get all of the colours in glitter, so perhaps tons was how you said all of the colours. "Do you know all of their names?" Dylan asked, flicking his tail fin back and forth. The conversations he'd had with humans usually involved learning about their habits or interests; humans liked stories about whales and seals and they liked it when you complimented their blank little faces and short little legs. Knowing how to count or colour names had never been a big feature of his interactions.
The same could be said of big words, although Dylan was happy to let the meaning of reciprocates slide; compared to the rest of Fluffy's talking, it wasn't that important.
"How can you breathe underwater if you don't have any gills?" His gaze had suddenly dropped a few degrees in warmth after her explanation of what a water elemental was and what she could do. A human who had been given powers by water?! A human?!?! They couldn't even swim! Why did they get powers from the water when they clearly didn't belong in it?! Dylan lived in water; how much closer to it could you get?! "And humans are very bad swimmers. You should have got other powers instead. Land powers." From dirt and sand and grass and whatever else humans walked on.
This was very disappointing. Humans already had the run of the land, and now they were getting magical powers so that you couldn't even drown them. Dylan was about to point out that humans were idiots if they thought these water powers made them as good as mermaids when a rather heavy penny dropped from a large height. His wide, wondering gaze returned and he smiled a little. "Does this mean you are a su-per-na-tur-al?" And hadn't he been wondering about what they tasted like? Hmm....
"Fish are food, not friends," he replied. Surely she knew this; the amount of fishermen he'd seen during his lifetime had not been robbing their oceans of fish so that humans could take care of them, Dylan was certain of it. "Pet is the word for those hairy things, dogs, that you tie up with bits of rope then?" His pronunciation of dogs wasn't quite right. "And who is Ariel and why doesn't she eat her fish? Is it dangerous?"