"Barbeque?" He glanced over at her, then resettled again.

"Yeah, I guess we could do that. Would be fun." And it would go a ways to passing on the message he was trying to send.

He frowned again at the description of the situation with Starla. It didn't make Starla sound too good, or himself for serving that part, either.

But was it true?

He couldn't argue it, but also couldn't tarnish Starla's image like that, so he took a step back away from it, deciding to drop it all, instead.

So, leaving a glaring hole in the conversation, he went back to the clouds.

"Iguana's already have mohawks, them little spine thingies. I say it's a crocodile now, with a toupee."