“Oh!” Minion can understand the confusion with glass, he recalled that from his days as a little fry. The fish ducked his tank lower and touched the top. The nearly invisible seam moved at his touch. It had taken them forever to figure out how to mimic even a degree of the technology that had gone into the perfect sphere Minion had been sent to Earth in. In the end, all they had really managed was the trick top and nearly shatter-proof glass, “See, the water’s inside.”
Syx knelt near them, watching the baby and his life-long friend, “I wish I could understand you, little guy,” he sighed, “We’re trying to help. Promise. You need water too, right? Like Minion?”
He looked up at his friend, “Should I just get some of the cooked fish then?”
Ignoring what the older pair was saying for the moment, unable to understand it yet as it was, the little alien’s focus is now more on the water inside Minion’s dome. Dipping his hands into it, at first coming close to touching the fish inside before backing off.
The fact that the other two were having some sort of conversation was enough to have Minion be off limits and afforded the same respect as one of those he considered parent or sibling would be. Again he’s chattering quietly, this time to himself rather than asking more questions.
Minion smiled encouragingly at the little guy before answering his Sir, ❝That might be best, Sir.❞
Nodding and feeling useless otherwise, Syx wandered off into their temporary home. Digging about and making far too much noise for the task he was supposed to be doing, Minion called after, ❝It’s just in the ice box…❞
Settling down, he refocused on the small fish baby,
❝Are you feeling better?❞
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