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Wait.
Um...you people are doing it wrong.
Squid are not to be eaten! They are meant to be cuddled, watched, worshipped, and offered delicious treats!
*sigh*
just when I thought things were going well....
It should go like this.
Phineas was a squid. An accomplished cephalopod, with a nice bit of coral down near a very trendy trench.
Phineas loved Vera, the lovely redheaded researcher from the 'States who came to observe him and his minions.
Vera loved coffee, pie, and ice cream. In various combinations, they formed the sum total of every meal she had eaten in the past decade. She was fascinated by marine life, but if an amazingly accomplished squid flashed his chromataphores her way, she took no notice.
Phineas loved Vera with a slow, aching passion that made the waters boil, the mad gods of the sea and sky tremble, and the reefs of the world quake.
Vera loved pie.
Pictographic chromatophores are a natural wonder; any squid dedicated enough to plumb the inky depths of sunken U-boats and trawlers to learn the languages of hairy, dry mammals would be lauded on land and sea, made an ambassador for the world.
Vera simply thought the images she saw were cute, even the uncannily-shaped, serifed "V" shape that pulsed and flashed and exploded over one squid's body, expanding, twisting, rolling into a Valentine's heart.
Squid are intelligent, agile creatures.
Humans can be very, very silly.
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