Ariel took it all in, wide-eyed as she ever was. It seemed to be a very quiet house, not as lived-in as it maybe ought to have been. With Nemo's accent, she supposed it could have just been a recent move to blame.
She nodded, knowing the polite thing was compliment something specific, the way guests were supposed to do. Ariel's version of that was to trace her hand along the countertop, pick up an old mug, and grin at the sea-foam green color. She liked the things that she liked.
Now that they were here, she would definitely benefit from that "notepad" Nemo had mentioned. She gestured for it, pretending to write upon her palm.