Sheesh, that thing's like Ursula's mutated cousin.

[A beat.]

...No offense. I know better than to judge a book by its cover, anyway.

[He takes a few seconds to process the rest of her words. So this thing... came from a dream? Weird, what isn't weird about this world?]

Can't say I've experienced anything like that in Orlea, though. All the twisted imagery I've dreamed up's locked safe inside my head.

[Except he's probably exaggerating, really.]