Honestly, the better thing to do when dealing with Myia is to play along. Fighting her on every fool thought that enters her brain would get real tiring real fast. Emet learned to pick their battles very quickly into their time living with her.

Of course, she still makes it difficult to actually pick battles in any sort of meaningful fashion, with how quickly she talks circles around people with no form of logic along for the ride.

"Good! I can get the nobody fish," she says, pleased with herself as she grabs her fishing pole. "This isn't good for catching adults 'cause they're so heavy, but we're only two anyway. Won't need that many fish that won't go bad 'fore we can eat 'em. No freezers! What a stink island."

Without ceremony, she plucks a piece of vine off the burnt spindlank corpse and attaches it to the hook for makeshift bait's sake, and walks off towards the edge of the water, casting a line expertly into the sea.