Mystic listens as he talked. They were pretty but he had never seen them up close. He was curious about them and about the balls he said were ornaments. Grinning widely as he heard they were going to eat a lot of food. "Okay. I don't know how to cook but I will try if it will help you out." He says decisively. Half curling up next to Mika as he eats his bowl of food. He looks at him. "Fork. Still looks like a mutated trident to me. Fork it is though." He says softly. When they finished eating he lay his head on Mika's chest. The end of a very long and fun day came to a close. Much later that night Mystic started to toss and turn. It was close to dawn when he started to cry out. Talking in the tongue of the sea. Fear lacing every syllable he uttered.