"It's all about who you know, when it comes to successfully occupying the time, Zan-a-lan," Nerissa replied, taking a swig of her beer - there was something about the pizza and beer combo that really sang to her cold-blooded self. Kind of like wine and cheese. Of course, she liked food in general - she had a voracious appetite, which made sense given her natural size was gigantic; this mask she wore, the human meatsuit, was merely something 'socially acceptable' to fit in.
And also not die. A sea serpent couldn't breathe on land, exactly - not the way humans were meant to. The opening to the windpipe was mostly closed, unless you heard that hissssss which was never characteristic of anything good.
"I manage to keep busy in between trips back into the ocean to escape all this nonsense. You can always come by the spa - I'll give you a facial," she teased, eating a piece of crust. Those who left the crusts behind, she also didn't trust.