He crushes his eyes close and puts his hand on the key. "You know we have a lot of world ideal here in Southern California."

"Be that as it may, no human"

A little half grin frames at the edge of his lips. I have to influence it to spread over his whole face.

He swings to confront me. "What are you discussing?"

"What is a human-whatever?"

"The state fish of Hawaii."

His grin expands. "Obviously it is." He hands the key over the start. His eyes wait on his home and his grin blurs, just marginally. "To what extent?"

"Two evenings."

"Alright." He gets my hand and gives it a snappy kiss. "How about we go see this fish."