Rachel arrived with the food. A plate of eggs Benedict and sandwiches which Marty munched on but didn’t appreciate like he used to. Unlike the fly he had just eaten before she arrived.
“I had enough!”
“Marty, seriously this was freakish think harder…did you do anything for this?”
Marty thought for some moments.
“Nope! Well…” he leaped onto the floor like a true a frog and grabbed his backpack. He opened it, put his webbed hand inside and retrieved something that looked like a coin. He presented his green hand to Rachel and she took it. It was brown, made of cupper, and had a blurred image on.
“Do you remember our trip to the mountain, to the birds’ sanctuary, ribbit? When we stopped at a waterfall to eat and rest and you went in another direction to pee…ribbit… in the jungle. An old woman appeared on the road and gave me this, she also mumbled something and then kept going.”
“The old lady we then caught eating grapes from a plastic bag?”
“Yes!”
“Do you think she has anything to do with this?” Rachel asked.
He shrugged and ribbited.