You say that as if you expect me to do something bad! [She is shocked. Shocked, I say.] Do you think so low of me, Adolf? [An exaggerated pout ruined by the fact the corner of her mouth keeps twitching as she tries to fight a smile. In the end she gives in and chuckles.]

I did not say it was strange. I like eels. [Normally she might try to give Adolf bedroom eyes at this, trying to flirt it up, but it's... It's Adolf. Oona knows she's getting nowhere here, though she does slide a glance his way. Her arm slips around his, giving it a hug like she's trying to reassure him again, but she doesn't pull away once she's done. It's kind of comfortable to walk arm-in-arm and let her eyes wander to the tanks, trusting Adolf to lead her without her needing to fully pay attention to where she's going.

(Man how many crab cakes could you make out of those things--)]

Oh look, the electric eel! [And its twitter which Oona eagerly steps up to read.] 'How do you make a goldfish age? Take away the "g".'

[She's quiet for a long moment before her face screws up as she understands. She actually snorts, throwing her hands up over her face as she dissolves into giggles. THIS IS THE GREATEST EVER...]