[ By comparison, Tezcatlipoca’s reaction is much more muted and relaxed, but he’s still impressed. It’s the kind of marvel that makes him appreciate humanity, because they really came up with some clever shit. He smiles a little to see a familiar pompano lazily swim by, though it’s definitely not a fish that Tsurumaru is focused on. Even if it’s large, it’s unremarkable otherwise. It’s just one that’s familiar for his part of the world.

The little twinge of nostalgia is broken by Tsurumaru’s hunger that’s quickly followed by a digital scolding, and he starts to drift towards the receptionist. ]

Told ya, man. Can’t eat these fish. Like, shit, bet most of ‘em are endangered.

[ not the old man jokes… but Tezcatlipoca scoffs and nods as he looks at the receptionist. ]

Yeah, he’s got a point. Few billion years should get me in for free. I existed before all of these. Arguably, made 'em.

[ I’m sorry. That’s not a valid response., she replies, since there’s nothing even close to that kind of joke that’s accounted for in her logic… ]