Why... Why is there a turtle in a chair sipping tea like a British man and doing non-turtle-y things.

A dream, then, Marius concluded, and he was fairly certain now that he, in a flickering moment of alertness, had spotted the giant turtle just casually acting as a human would. But, a turtle? He did not expect his imagination to run this wildly, and for a moment he could only stare.

When he realized that staring was getting him nowhere, he approached, with slow, hesitant steps, and cleared his throat. "Ah..." But, should one address a turtle in the same manner as a person?

"Monsieur...?" Yes, apparently.