Chill? He has chill. He has infinite measures of chill.

Truth be told, for him, this is chill. There's no reason to have taken his shoes off, but the cool, smooth pebbles on the bottoms of his feet are one of many sensations that feels new, in spite of it not being so. The pressure of the rocks, the gentle pull of the current, the refreshing chill of the water. His toes curl in the rocks.

Amit ambles over to a patch of grass in the shade. Scar watches the water roll past his legs for another moment.

A thought occurs to him, as he stares at the water.

The from deep left field nature of bringing it up, however, does not.

"Does your world have fish chimera as well?"

That still sounds so fucked up, Heather.