Greta: They’re something else aren’t they.

“Startled! Dante quickly fumbles his vial of Felix back into his pocket”

-Greta doesn’t notice

Dante: Hmm? The fish?

Greta: Yes the fish. They are River genies

-Oh good she didn’t notice

Dante: Yes. They are different.

Greta: Different to us because we have seen many different fish. To each other, they are the same.

- Dante silent and a little bit confused pauses

Dante: Do you think there is one little fish in there who longs to be special? To be different?

Greta: Yes, and they either grow wings and fly or get eaten by a bird. I wonder which one we will be?