[ Alberto casts a wary glance to Luca. Is this a human-ing thing they're missing out on, or is this simply a cultural thing that's different between Portorosso, Italy and El Encanto, Colombia...? Could may well be either — or perhaps even both. It's beyond Alberto's scope. So, as with anything Alberto doesn't fully understand, of course he won't admit to it, and just... boldly pushes on. ]

I meeeaaaan— obviously the ground wasn't very fair to it, considering, y'know, it's dead.

[ He points his fork at Bruno emphatically at the last bit. Not only is he not familiar with the concept of a pet fish, clearly, but also unfamiliar with the term "fairground." ]

Fish can't be pets. At least, on land. Since, hah, they live in the water...? If she went to visit it in the river every day, that's one thing, but, um—

[ He throws another cautious glance Luca's way, knowing his friend will be with him on this, and shifts the direction of his rhetorical fork-pointing Luca's way. ]

...That'd still be pretty crazy, eh?