Huh. No invitations, terrible catering, pushy salesmen? Worst party I've ever seen. Didn't even get the chance to pick our outfits.

[He thinks he's already gone through the transformation that everyone's trying to warn him about.

He's very, very wrong.

Slowly--to give her ample time to refuse the gesture--he brings a hand up, going to investigate either her gills or the fins behind her ears, it's hard to tell which exactly.]