The years of time difference is still something that he doesn't think about. Too much is still the same, so much still lines up, that too often Seth doesn't think about it. "And you know, those things. They're like a flat fish or something with a stabby tail." He snorts. "I live in the desert, okay?"

And he hasn't been to an aquarium or anything of the like, and the ocean was mostly the Gulf of Mexico.

He pulls the bacon from the pan, then bending to pull out the tray of rolls. "Guessing one of those English fry up things aren't something people do anymore. Used to get them at a diner after a long night." And kind of what he is emulating.