Pavel looks up at the plesiosaur, who has pulled an incredibly wide - but very genuinely sweet - smile across his teeth. He points to his face with his flippers, and says something foreign again.
Pavel points to his own face, confused.
Pavel: Do you... want me to SMILE?
The plesiosaur lifts a fin, and conjures a few red strings of light, forming them into the simple image of a woman in a dress. He gives her Pavel's signature hair poof. He says something again.
Pavel stares, wide-eyed.
Pavel: Is that...?
The plesiosaur nods happily.
The plesiosaur throws the light strings toward the distant lighthouses. The shape trails further and further away, toward the light of the full moon. Pavel watches, clutching his paddle, looking amazed.