Yep, his whole face and ears made a smart match for his gills. Namur chuffed, but by that time Fionna had started stomping around, so he timed it right to kick the back of her knee, just hard enough to make it bend but not hurt.

"Go home Smolt, yer drunker'n I thought," he groused. "Damn pink shit, I ought t' toss it all int' the sea."