*gets down on one knee in front of Agathaâs tank, tenderly stroking the side of it* Ms. Agatha! Thank goodness, your colour has started to return. I was ever so worried for you⌠how are you feeling? Are your dearest fathers providing you all the sweetmeats and medical tonics I know they are prone to do? They so do worry for your happiness and health, I know.
(For a while, there is no sign of Agathaânot tucked between stems, or behind a rock, or hidden amidst leaves. Then at last she swims out of her hide, having recently emerged from her sleepy time. She stops, stares, blubs, then swims back to her little fishy bedroom.)