The sequence of syllables is so foreign to Scar's ears that he doesn't entirely believe BJ has said a real word, but he won't be questioning it any further than a faint deepening of his frown.

Miriam, however, is thoroughly entranced.

Scar's eyes dart between his perpetually babied Skitty and the perpetually babyish man.

They're going to be here a while.

Scar slips his 'Gear from his pocket and taps the button that brings up the music. He scrolls through the saved songs Boomer Style, his hands dwarfing the 'Gear as he makes his selection, then holds it up for BJ to see the cover art-- A dreadfully cheap digital drawing of a Magikarp. The song, you'll never guess, is called Ma-gi-karp.

The tune is borderline unbearable.