"Goats and camels, huh?" Steven agrees, petting the little statue idly. "We had a fish, I guess. A couple fish," he corrects, a little sadly. "But we hardly had any time to even make sure we could really take care of them before we went here."

He's confronted and accepted, with much regret, that those poor fish are probably dead by now. It's not like they have anyone to look in on them, and even the automatic feeder he installed will only last so long.