If they could make fake air, why couldn't they make fake water? He didn't ask out loud, because he could imagine possible answers by himself and didn't want to make Bridget focus on depressing things.

Instead he smiled some more, and nodded. "I wish you could see it too! You know, if this place can bring people from one world to another world, maybe someday you could come and see the oceans back home. I bet the others wouldn't mind if you stayed on Merry with us a little while!"

He leaned back in his bus seat, contemplating. "Being a giant artist must be tough. But you could paint or sculpt such amazing, huge things, too..."