[ Is there ever not a great day for good times in the park? Even on the moon Ann couldn't help but to feel even more at peace here. The excess of food hadn't hurt, either.

She hadn't really been looking at the person she'd waved over, and now she turned to get an eyeful of the very boisterous person she'd happened to flag down and… gapes. He is… a fish? A giant fish? A giant man-fish? Fish-man? Merman? She stares for as long as he's in front of her, leaning in to sniff it, watching as his face seemed to light up a little in recognition. ]

That's… [ okay, Ann, don't be rude. ] That's what I thought I smelled, too. Salt water, or something like that? But…

I mean, it's a tree. So it should smell like a tree. Shouldn't it?