[Paul's face screws up with a momentarily and futile effort not to laugh, an expression that makes him resemble a cross between a distressed frog and a folded sock puppet. When he finally gives in, there is a distinct snorting resonance to it he tries to muffle behind his fingers.]

I deserved that. Also, shut up. I have more than that.

[Unless they're getting into nuances of who the bones in his body belong to, and whether their base nature as squid has any bearing on the question. Would his ears stay pierced if they turned into fins, and how much does the inner shell of a squid count as a bone? These are the kinds of problems that a person runs into with magic.]

And that old place? Maybe. Or environmental contamination. Certain fungi can cause hallucinations. [He has his hands up, gesturing with splayed fingers.] What did you see, though?