[So this is what Donald felt like down in Atlantica. 'Life sure does have a sense of irony, doesn't it?' Sora thought to himself as he noticed Momo trying not to dance along so obviously. It might have been more catch if these random bouts of singing were a little less often but after about 3 hours down here, he'd started to figure out that there seemed to be something to sing about ever few minutes or so.

The worst had been about how lovely the sea grass was today. That had really been the straw that broke the porpoises back for Sora. Who sings about their underwater lawn, anyways?]

You sure you don't want to join in? [Sora asked with a raised brow and half smirk, because even if he was over it, that was no reason at all for him to stop Momo from getting in on the weirdness down here. They didn't even know if there really was a princess or if it was all just a big, elaborate goose chase that reset at some point in the day. Maybe the princess was always missing because, secretly, there was no princess in the first place?]

Huh...You know, I haven't tried that yet...And now I feel kind of bad about the shrimp skewer if we can. [He said as he thought back to how his snack earlier could have been someone's uncle roger or something.]