Ursula is a bad influence. Nia looks from her to the tank, back and forth several times, trying to think of what to do. Spending money on frivolous things that require future time commitment is not something Sober Antonia would do. But Sober Antonia is out of the office, right now, and you'll have to leave a message.

Their tiny black eyes are kind of adorable in a miniature eldritch horror kind of way.

And look at those wobbley antennae.

A belabored sigh escapes her and, disgusted with herself at the realization that she's going to do this, she mumbles, "Ugh, oh my god."

"I can't though. Look at this." She jabs her finger at an informational postcard set up on the shelf above the tank. "It says they're social animals. I can't just get one."