(I realized I fell out of posting here, so I’m going to send up a bunch to make up for it.)
“Oh, quit pouting, Dib. Dad said this wouldn’t be permanent. It’s just until he can set up a ‘proper’ tank for you.”
“That doesn’t mean I have to like it, Gaz.”
Gaz keeping her grumpy, half-fish brother company while their dad sets up a (hopefully) more comfortable tank for him. He won’t admit it, but Dib’s glad that he isn’t being left to his lonesome right now.
Although, Gaz is probably going to have a sore butt later from sitting on the floor for so long.
