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If he cares to float for long enough, the huge Cambrian monster would probably find his hood brushing against one of the unfortunate jellyfish who had drifted from its colony and washed ashore. Soon afterwards, there would be a shuffling of blue-gloved tentacle-arms, them and the body they're attached to shaded a morose, starved cicada-shell brown, as the jelly is picked up off the ground.

Then, after a few seconds, he would most likely hear an awful smacking squishing poking sound as the early-Ordivician child that had picked up the jellyfish tries to eat it. It's squishy enough to be appetizing, after all- but it proves to taste terrible and it's thrown back to most likely land on Bolide's face as Plage turns back to an irate bright chartreuse, frustrated. How dare that thing not make itself tasty for her!

"Mihi non placet! Es stultissimus!" the mantle cavity on the right side shouts like an empress announcing an execution, while the one on the left shrieks a chant of "STUPID! STUPID! STUPID!" from the queen's audience.

Something that the Bella could take the wrong way, really.

Of course the other thing in the water catches Plage's attention. It's just about the same shade of green that she is now. It's also very large, and snapping around the jellyfish is a noise not too easily ignored.

The child's slitted eyes narrow at the Larger Green Thing, noticing very well how aloof and collected it looks. That, added to the color, means only one thing: It thinks it's smarter than her! Superior! And it's utterly impossible for the tentacled child to be inferior to anyone- oh no, especially not some hulking thing slopping around in the beach water where the not-tasty-at-all food comes from!

And then it has the gall to actually speak to her in such a casual tone, as if she's its wife! She'll show it what true intelligence and nobility is.

The thin membrane of skin over the part her shell that covers her head becomes crowded with as much color as can Plage can fit on hit, while the rest of her body becomes an almost eye-damaging bright green. Her tail slaps the ground impatiently and the cluster of small gripping suckers on it become gritted uncomfortably with wet sand, which only makes her more angry because her feet are already having the same problems.

"Caudex leviculi, capitis non adesti!" the child says haughtily. The only words she knows in English right now are "stupid" and "food", unfortunately.

"Sick?" the left mouth parrots incredulously. The light brownish man with the fuzzy head who provided the squishy tasty food from out of the shiny containers had often said that in her presence, and always in a disrespectful tone. "Non sum 'sick'!" It seemed like an insult that humans used, and now this Huge Thing was using it. "Es 'sick'!"

'Soup' is a word that Plage recognizes, though. It's that wet stuff with the little cubes of flavorless meat with the thick squishy stringy thingies in it. It's not as good as the Spam, but it comes from a similar container, which puts it pretty high up on the Tasty List. Her skin takes on tinges of hungering brown, but her voice remains haughty enough as she says, "Non video 'soup'."

Uh-oh. Problem. Bolide is a Big Thing who is talking sternly to her, and he definitely just said "eat in soup". Plage is all about being better than everyone else- because she most certainly is- but she also does not want to be chopped up and boiled in some delicious soup for some huge green hungry monster with teeth that could rip her in half.

Her best course of action is to stumble backwards, and (deliberately) fall backwards into the sand with an audible whoosh of slightly unpleasant-smelling air as she lands on her behind. She does well to keep her shell colorful, but the rest of her skin just about completely blanches, dotted with yellows of various shades.

"Eheu... mihi non 'food'!" Plage pleads with the monster, trying not to sound too intimidated.

Bolide rising out of the water like something from an old monster movie only made Plage blanch and recoil even more, despite the fact that she looked a bit like a movie monster herself-- or, at least, something from the Star Wars universe.

A few seconds of further examination made the molluskan child decide that the Huge Thing probably wasn't out to eat her, but the fact that it remained green was irritating. Something in the recesses of her mind saw it as something close to an insult. As if he thought himself superior. The gesture he was making was something she saw in humans quite often, and apparently it was helpful. Someone offering help can't be that bad, unless it's some sort of deception.

For now, she wrapped a couple of sets of boneless fingers around the Bella's claw, obliging the help. Hopefully the leg up wouldn't take her as far as the thing's teeth...