Yummy doesn't know from anything, so he just climbs up on my shoulders. I stick a finger in my glass of milk and let him lap it off.

Glad I didn't order any sushi, even for myself. I'll save that for privacy. And maybe with Uva, he didn't seem to mind the potential connection between eating fish and Mezool.

"It's okay, Gamel. Don't worry, no one's going to eat Mezool. Or you, or anything. You're just feeling stuff. You'll get used to it, I promise."