Gaping maw and long, pink spines. Wide, empty eyes, flapping fins. Vash stared at it in horror, appalled that something so hideous could swim the deserts just beneath the golden sand.
"What is it?"
"Don't you know?"
He thought such a monstrosity would be indefinitely burned into his retina, but looked again anyway.
"Should I?"
Meryl was enjoying this way too much. "It's a fish, Vash."
"Yes, I can see that. Sort of. But what kind?"
It was long as his arm and covered in sand-scoured pockmarks.
Millie was beaming. "That there's a Gunsmoke salmon, Mr. Vash!"
Vash blanched.