Not. A. Shark. Doo-doo-doo-doo.

"Herbert?" He nodded confirmation. Herbert. A good, solid shark name in his opinion. She asked if he thought they could find the shark and in response Hyperion's eyes rolled heavenward in thought. "Mmm," he hummed noncommittally before shrugging. "Maybe. I mean I did share like all my drinks with him so he can't be swimming straight right now." 'Shared' was perhaps an exaggeration. He wasn't sure if sharks drank through their mouths or the flappy holes on their sides so he'd just sort of poured the alcohol over Herbert and paid just a little more attention to his mouth since that part made the most sense. Herbert, in Hyperion's opinion, had seemed very grateful. Every time something was poured over him he got a lot more wiggly for a bit.

Hyperion took a step towards the water. "If he knows what's good for him, he'll be around. I bet nobody every shared drinks with him before." In other words he was lucky to have a friend like Hyperion. He tipped his head to the side and considered a new line of reasoning. Maybe Herbert knew his limits and had had the sense to turn in for the night. It made sense for a small shark to have a small limit. Oh, but sharks swam in the ocean 24/7 so wouldn't that mean his limit for drinks was higher since he...lived in a...drink? Hyperion frowned. This was too much thinking for him. The best thing about drinking was not thinking and here he was trying to do it anyway. He shook his head to clear it. "A little bit of looking wouldn't hurt."

Still eying the waves he tipped his head to the other side before glancing over at Caelia with a sober expression. "But if he's not right here I guess we should respect his wishes and leave him alone. Maybe he had enough fun, you know?" Herbert was a little shark, after all. Little shark, little tolerance, little fun. It made sense to him.