Cecil nods encouragingly to Gus' acknowledgement of his soul. Soul acknowledgement is so important. "Yeah, thinking in specific terms can get...unwieldy, pretty fast," Cecil cautions. Moreso with oppressive thought patrol and generally labyrinthine policies re: truth.

Mehitabel seems a little nearsighted, incongruously for her metaphysical status but perfectly in line with her seeming species, and gets fearlessly close to what would likely be a natural predator, were it a real animal. Of course, since intersoulular violence is inappropriate, nothing the least bit untoward occurs, and Mehitabel brushes the lizard curiously with her whiplike tail, which despite its strange, perhaps threatening appearance, is a harmless sensory organ. What a great metaphor for something that would be.

"But hey, now you know. Though, much like everything else, this is proooobably temporary, sad to say."