"I hope you realise that if it is made from dolphin, it is not tuna. That would be equal to saying that ‘pig tastes better if it’s made of horse’.” Poseidon sighed, somewhat shocked by the sheer stupidity of the sentence he’d just heard. “Who educated you, child? I do hope that you were simply trying - and failing - to be amusing. A tuna is a breed of fish, much like mackerel, trout and cod.”
“'Child?'” she echoes simply, elevating her eyebrow. “Who educated you, dear, as you seem to have forgotten I'm older than you by many eons,” Salacia lightly stabs her spoon into her tuna, the chink of silver in ceramic muted by shredded fish. “But at least I haven't forgotten to have a laugh,” Pale eyes look purposefully at Poseidon. “Are you going to cause another earthquake since you don't find humor in seafood jokes?” She scoops some tuna into her mouth, chewing slowly.