Mono was reaching out to poke at the water again, wondering if he could get a frog to land in his hand if he was very careful when Ignis spoke up again.

… Huh… That was an idea that put a spin on the giant jarred frogs the teacher kept in the science room back in the Pale City in a new and horrifying light. Maybe that was why they were so big, and why the only students left in the school were the porcelain bullies… 

He very slowly drew his hand back, giving Ignis a look that was a mixture of curious and slightly horrified. “I didn’t know that.” He drew his hand back slowly. “I don’t think I wanna become a frog… Frogs end up in jars.”