"Well... No. Not yet," he admitted sheepishly. "It's not like I came here expecting to get a pet. But I'll find what I need." Maybe a literal glass bowl if he had to, but it seemed you could find anything in Edge these days so he wasn't too worried about it.

"Motion sickness still?" Not that he'd expected anything to change. He accepted the bagged fish with a grin, giving the woman a mock salute before removing his arm from Cloud's shoulder and picking up his staff to leave the booth.

"Oh, did you?" He glanced sideways at the blond, looking for any sort of negative reaction from the teen. "And how did that go?"