Well, Garland’s company was particularly unusual to say the least. Leaving the cave also seemed to be the abandonment of all normality and rationality as the buffoonish Gyarados and Whiscash proved in their antics. Watching the giant water-serpent lark about, making jibes and terrorizing the unfortunate ocean-dwellers in the vicinity, Garland couldn’t help but realize how drastically his life had changed. Chuckling at the surrealism of his current situation, the Swanna smiled absently until Bass drifted into his line of vision.
"Hey babe. Why don't we go dancing? Come on, it’ll be fun,”
It took all of Garland’s masterful self-control not to burst out into hysterics at the fish’s proposition. Barely disguising the maniacal grin that the offer had threatened to trigger, the swan, unable to speak in fear of destroying the façade, took a moment to answer. Feigning consideration, Garland, having collected his demeanour as quickly as the hilarity of the situation would permit, eventually turned to Bass with wide eyes.
“I-I can’t dance,” He muttered shyly, batting an elegant wing in front of him girlishly. Jaws couldn’t miss this. Looking back to the cavern for glimpse of the aquatic duo that had proven the only sane company, the avian was glad to find the pair of them slowly approaching. “Besides, there’s no music, sweetheart,” Garland continued, gaze returning to the love struck fish. Poor guy…But, it is fucking funny!