"Dog food tastes really good. You can find it in Petco. We went there to get food for Mr. Snuffles. He really liked it." Sell that Purina, Bridge!

Smooth and pleasant is Oliver's, "I'm quite well, thank you. Just...resettling." Oliver feels hellishly awkward telling a child that isn't his to be quiet.

"Does the bite from the pretty fish-lady still hurt?" Bridge asks Oliver.

"A bit...." His eyes snap open, his gaze mildly alarmed. "Ah, did I tell you about that?" That doesn't sound like a story he'd tell a child.

Mommy told her not to talk about the dreams. "Guess so. Maybe someone else did."

Well, that makes sense. Oliver closes his eyes again and resolves to have a word or two with Thrust.