@grape_fruit apparently not literally but they can use Eris somehow

@blinkenlights will if I can

@spirulinagalaxy idk but if I tried to do that I would probably fall off and drown or something so i'm not mad

spirulinagalaxy: I guess probably belugas are a convenient size for lots of the things you might want uplifted whales for maybe?

@spirulinagalaxy do you mean that as in like. what happened in that nasa experiment with the dolphin living in a flooded house with a human lady. not sure i wanna go down that road, not sure if monoceros would be mad, not sure if belugas are as freaky as dolphins and would want that, but I'm not ruling it out.

spirulinagalaxy: oh my god. the gutter, your mind. they're like cheaper to feed than bigger whales, they can probably use more technology with less modification, if she's using them for spy missions or something they're less noticeable

also you can frolic in the water with them and give them skritches which I hope monoceros values

grape_fruit: seems like a relatively safe assumption!
Mezzopiano: go swim with the belugas, k! have fun!

She resolves to do so right before dinner, when her stomach has hopefully digested this obscene amount of food. She checks the clock and shoots Monoceros a message asking when dinner is.

7pm, my room.

Oooohhh, exciting. Possible post-dinner cuddles? She boots up Mordheim: City of the Damned and resumes the same song and dance of creating and deleting new saves until the starting market rotation has three two-handed weapons and a gun and restarting 2 or 3 battles in when her wolf-priest gets ambushed by like 3 skaven at once and subsequently dies of a cerebral hemorrhage until 6, assuming nothing interrupts her.

No interruptions!

She goes to the armoire and looks to see if it has any swimwear.

Yup. Nice tie-cinch tankini that won't even cover her entire stomach right now but makes a pretense at trying, peach with yellow flowers.

She puts it on. She's still a little nervous and jittery when she goes out and asks a goon to be let out to the surface to swim with the belugas.

"Yes miss," says the goon, and she takes Katie up the elevator to the beach.

How's the weather? Is it dark out yet? Can she see the belugas?

It's still bright, partly cloudy, and 74º. She might notice some white shapes moving in the water.

She excitedly runs toward them. "Hello! Hello lovely creatures! How are you today!"

Chirp chirp squawk! goes a beluga.

She gives it a big hug and skritches it near the blowhole.

Chitterclicks!

Gives it a little kiss. "Baby! Baby creature! I love you baby creature!"

The beluga rolls over, making assorted squawking noises.

"Belly rubs? Do you like belly rubs little baby creature?"

The little baby creature, some seven or eight times Katie's mass, chirps at her and accepts belly rubs.

She happily swims off and gestures for it to follow behind her.