(Leo's POV)
Leo stared at the small, slimy frog sitting on the ground in front of him, still not entirely sure what to make of it.
His eyes squinted as if that would somehow change the creature before him into the majestic beast he had hoped for, but no. It was still just a frog.
He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Alright... I guess this is my life now. Stuck raising a frog like one of those weird pet keepers back on Earth, the kind who always had lizards or snakes in their living rooms," Leo muttered to himself. "Maybe I should just embrace it. I could start wearing cargo shorts and sandals with socks... really lean into the vibe."
The frog, still dripping with slime, stared up at him with its unblinking eyes, and Leo shook his head.
