Marisa blinked at her newfound fish, she expected it to slip out of her hands but it wasn't slippy enough. But on the other hand it obviously wasn't dying either.

"Where'd you find that?"
"Oh, I pulled it out of my bag." Marisa said, still looking at the fish with mild shock, "I wonder what I should do with it. Maybe find him some water or something? Oh, but wait, it might rust, uhm..." not being able to think of anything else to do with it, she tried to pet it and see if it would calm down while half hoping the cucumberoo would point her to the nearest fish tank.