Not really surprising that Vinnie figured it out right away. This was one swap that was all kinds of obvious. For Char, the stark differences in the way his tail burned when it was fuelled by Bulba's soul instead of his own were obvious at a glance. He supposed there must have been some kind of equally obvious giveaway for saurs -- mystic hippie brainwaves or a failure to perform their secret grass-type club handshake or something.

For everyone else, the swap usually became blatantly apparent the second Bulba opened his mouth and started talking in Char's crude-ass back-alley slang.

"You ain't never gonna guess," Char responded with equally deadpan delivery (and a super mysterious double negative.) He crouched down at the edge of the spring, thinking he'd just stick to dry land for his conversation. Used to the counterbalancing weight of a tail and wings, he gave himself a moment of terror when he nearly leaned too far in and toppled right into the water. He caught himself with his hands before any accidental baptisms could occur, but it was still enough to remind him of just how much he missed his absent appendages.

Hoping to counter that split-second display of open fear of the water (and maybe shrug off that less-than-impressive move, though why he'd want to impress Vinnie of all people could remain up for debate), he shifted into a sit, letting his legs soak in the water. See, no big deal. Just water. ...It did feel hot against his skin, though, and what a dissonant sensation that was.

"Ain't like that's even the surprisin' thing here, though, is it? I mean, shit, just look at you." No, seriously. Look at you, Vinnie.