"Oh, ah, I dunno if I'd say I make much of it. Certainly not anything with an overarching plot like an opera. But I've got an EP. Which is, uh, about four songs?" And yes, they're all rock-themed.

As the shark glumly swims over to Henry for comfort after being so abruptly scorned, Henry pockets the airpods and iphone and returns his attention to their unfortunate predicament.

"Yeah, we really oughta find a way to convince this guy to let us go." He strokes the shark on its completely smooth sandpapery head, and gives it a sad smile. "I could try casting a spell that'd let me talk to him, but it feels like he can understand us well enough as it is. He just doesn't want to let us leave."