taking that as a compliment 

Several decadent meals later (Thai for lunch, Korean for dinner and Monoceros giggles at Katie's spice tolerance, crepes filled a dozen ways for breakfast the next morning, Chinese complete with exotic meats... and finally, submarine sandwiches) they pile into the submarine.

"I think you'll like your pearly dress. Wardrobe pulled a little overtime getting it all together soon enough but it came out fab."

"I hope it's comfy."

"I think it will be if you don't try to sit down. Might be lumpy to sit on."

"How long am I gonna be wearing this thing for?"

"Just a few hours."

"And I can't sit down that whole time? I hope my legs don't get tired."

"You can, it'll just be lumpy. Might not be a big deal if the chair's soft enough. Maybe you can sit in my lap."

Beet red cheeks. "I wonder how all the fancy scientists will react to that."

"Oh, self-indulgence is de rigeur."

"My kind of people."

"You'll fit right in with every other catamite and test subject and trophy captive."

"Catamite? Wow, these people are charmingly old-school."

"It's a fun word!"

So, what sort of amenities does this submarine have?

Portholes! Cheerfully painted interiors with exposed pipes! A movie room in which a goon trio is presently screening "Everything Everywhere All At Once"! A galley kitchen with two freezers and one fridge and a lot of cunningly arranged cabinetry! An engine/control room she can't enter! And a room for her right over there, with a label bearing her name on the door.

Lovely. She hopes the trip will afford Mo more time to spend with her. On that note, "Hey, how long is the trip gonna be?", she asks.

"Thirty-eight hours, about," Monoceros says. "If you get stircrazy we can get near enough the surface for you to go swimming with Queequeg."

"Don't think that'll be an issue. I'm used to spending most of my time inside."

"All right. Goonion rules means they get the TV room for three hours a day minimum but you can shuffle them around if you want the big screen. I'm mostly going to be driving."

"How come the helicopter can run on auto-pilot, but not this thing?"

"Because pigeons don't know how to swim."

"...And fish brains can't be turned into cyborg autopilot systems?"

"Fish are much harder to train! I could do one of the belugas but I'm planning to wait till they age out of their current jobs."

"Okay, yeah, that makes sense. Why can't a goon do it though?"