"That makes sense," Bridgette seconds, regarding shirts in winter.

"Good Lord, it was hardly as if I chose to--" Oliver begins heatedly, then bites back his words. "There was dark sorcery involved," he finishes curtly. (Dark sorcery and a man's urges, but he'll die before he admits that to anyone other than himself.)

"Oh. 'Kay." Watch Bridge not entirely believe Oliver - but move on to more important things. "They lose their tails? Really? Have you met any mermaids?"