( Why is it not surprising that Topaz can deliver those words as cheerfully as she does while in the process of ordering food? That stare he gives her, like he's looking at the slimy thing itself says it all. Why would anyone like that?! )

I'm not into either. I've already had an experience with a certain type of monster. It had large claws everywhere and a big appetite. Mr. Gallagher should explain the rest since we're about to eat. Next time you see him, ask him.

( Dormancy turned Sunday into a galactic smoothie. Enough for a lifetime. His lack of explanation definitely leaves plenty to the imagination, though. He won't judge her either if that's her type of entertainment, contrary to his expression. He's just recalling those events.

He chooses a table near where most birds are perched on the railing encasing the area. Their plumage is colorful unlike the ones from Penacony, matching the tropical nature of their surroundings.

It's stunning how elegant the parfaits is, fresh as any VIP order he might get in Penacony, five-star delights and balanced. )

This is perfect. I appreciate it, Miss Topaz.

( He scoops a few pieces of fruits and dabs them over the cream. Although light in sugar, it's still more sugar than he has ever had in a while. He holds back a sound, going back for another scoop while watching Topaz feed the bird. Well, she's technically feeding two birds right. )

You seem to have a way with animals, it appears to like you. This is delicious, I didn't realize how hungry I felt.