“How does walking even work?” Wally frowns at you, from where he’s sprawled across the pier. His tail flaps, as if he’s trying to imitate the motion he’s seen you do a million times. “It’s just- it’s two limbs. How do you control two at once?” The idea is foreign to him.

You’re special to him. Not that he knows who you truly are—it’s just that you’re the only human willing to talk to him. Your shiny hat thing—he thinks you called it a crown?—doesn’t matter to him; he just loves your company.