After long enough, a person needs to stop, consider their life, and recognize they just need to stop asking questions.

Greg spends a few seconds staring at the glowering little alien tied to the pole, before heaving a sigh and walking over. He doesn't need to know how this situation came to pass. He has a pretty solid idea already, anyway.

"Hey there, Peridot. You want me to grab you something from the vendors?"