"He bit him?" Raguel repeats, snickering right up until he realizes that his own experience is actually equally embarrassing. To him, anyway. He looks back at the koalas.

"It's a little fuzzy." No, that's not quite right. The fuzzy creatures stare at him balefully.

"Hazy, I mean. Bar was on an animal kick or something, maybe an object in the bar. Anyway, I was one of them for a night."

He jerks his head toward the trees. "It was, uh. Uncomfortable. And depressing."