Silly TPIAM snippet, wherein Grian showcases that he was the type of premed who carefully forgot every single thing he learned in undergrad biology that wasn't immediately relevant to his desired career path.
Lunch with Mumbo and Pearl cheers him up significantly. Mumbo seems a little concerned that they haven't seen much of him, but Grian just says he's had his hands full setting things up with Scar and attending to a few implant issues.
"Is he all right?" Mumbo asks, sounding worried.
"'Course he is, he's fine," says Grian, taking another forkful of salad.
"Well, when I didn't get the usual Mumbo, I'm bored, entertain me call from you during the rebalancing I was a little concerned."
"I wasn't," says Pearl. "Scar was talking your ear off about his movies, wasn't he? Or squid, maybe," she says. "He was asking me loads about my work with squid and pseudosquid."
"Yeah, he talked loads about squid," says Grian, although for the life of him he can't remember anything Scar said about them other than that they looked kind of like Pac-Man ghosts. It wasn't as though he hadn't watched Scar work on his atrium design, but if he'd said things it had been more about color theory and composition, and Grian had to admit that, while he'd liked watching Scar work, he hadn't really been listening to the words much. Once, Scar had asked him a question -- advice on what he thought looked best -- and that had been a deep compliment, but Grian had wasted it because he'd been leaning against Scar, drowsing slightly, enjoying the warmth of him and the smell of him and the sound of his voice more than the actual words. "Er. Pretty interesting stuff," he says now, blandly.
"Are you all right?" Pearl asks, frowning.
"What? Yeah, yeah, I'm fine, why?" Grian asks.
"I just don't think I've ever heard you feign interest in mollusks before," says Pearl.
"Yeah, but squid aren't mollusks, they're like…" Grian frowns. He tries to remember what squid are. "They're like octopuses," he says firmly. "And, uh. Those other ones, with the shells --"
"They're cephalopods, which are mollusks, Grian," says Pearl.
"I don't think that's right," says Grian, although he has a sinking suspicion Pearl, who has studied a fair amount of sea stars and sea slugs and other boneless creepy crawlies, will know better than Grian, who's never had much interest in anything without a spine and a proper brain, wrinkles and all. Still, if he concedes the argument he will be wrong much faster, which is bad. "Aren't cephalopods related to, like… conches?"
"Which are mollusks," says Pearl.
"But those aren't, like… bivalves?"
"Which are mollusks," says Pearl again.
"I thought mollusks were snails," says Grian, because he's sure about that.
"They are!" Pearl insists.
"How can everything be a mollusk?" Grian demands.
"It's not!" Pearl replies despairingly.
"Well, Scar didn't mention any of that," says Grian, "he was just talking about… y'know, colors, and stuff."
"What about colors?" Pearl asks.
Grian tries to dredge up anything from his memory, but sadly, the crab traps have caught no squid. "Er. I think he said something about putting animatronic lobsters in. But that sort of counts, because those are definitely mollusks."
Pearl sighs. "They aren't, but if it'd make you feel better we can pretend."