"Well you snapped at me for wanting to take the stupid fish to a pond now you're complaining I flushed the dammed thing! I wish you'd make up your dammed mind are we on the run from the oh so many crazy people killing folks or do we have time to give our fish the proper send off as well as truly take a moment to be together for the last time i.e screw like it's the end of the world which is probably what those fictional homicidal people are doing right now! But nooooo I'm Pietro, I'm so smart and rational and serious. Well fine your silly irrational wife is done and won't say another word about her dumb fish till we get on the ship!" She walked out into the living room where her bag was, set PB in his carrier and continued to pout. It wasn't that big of a deal she knew that but bickering made things feel normal.