mathemagier[A wild kaiju has appeared. Big and grey and with four sets of glowing blue eyes, he fills the entire frame. Hermann steps around into the camera's view, and the sudden sense of scale just makes the Kaiju in the background look bigger. For anyone not still preoccupied by the monster behind him, Hermann's looking quite ill. He lifts a hand to gesture, then drops it to join the other in holding onto the cane planted firmly in front of him]
As seems to be the case with many, my husband's abilities have stretched beyond his control. While certainly inconvenient, our key issue here is that he hasn't really eaten in the week since the Porter's shut down, and I'm a bit concerned.
[The kaiju huffs and shrugs, a gesture that he puts his whole body into, like a player overcompensating for their silence in a game of charades.]
[Hermann scowls, as though very much aware of the sentiment attempting to be conveyed]
He hasn't professed to desire anything in particular, but he clearly does need to subsist on something, so given what little we understand about their appetite, we've decided raw fish may be the best option.
[A kaiju look of betrayal]
[Hermann waves an irritated hand and mutters] Absolutely not. [Clearing his throat, he straightens] And that brings us to a bit of an odd request: if anyone is available to make a delivery or two of fish to our address, you'll be compensated for the trouble.
[The kaiju tips his head toward the camera once, twice in a quick jerk as if prompting him]
[Hermann smacks a large leg, then walks toward the camera to shut off the feed] I'm not saying that.