Ah?
After hearing the angry shout from the shopping bag, the boatman's perpetually smiling face suddenly froze. His eyes widened in shock as he pointed at the shopping bag in Leon's hand, stammering,
"It! It's it! You... you you!"
"What's wrong with you?"
After warning the Black Goat to shut its mouth, Leon looked over, somewhat puzzled.
"Hurry up and row the boat. There are other passengers waiting, and blocking their way wouldn't be good."
"No... it... it talked!!!"
"Talked? Who talked?"
"The goat head! The goat head you're carrying!"
"Did you mishear?"
The small red fork hidden in his chest pocket subtly vibrated twice. Leon slightly opened the shopping bag in his hand, letting the boatman peek inside at the "wooden Black Goat sculpture," and then calmly fibbed,
"This is just a sculpture. How could it talk?"
Wood... wooden sculpture?
