“A…what?” Erich’s description tickles him a bit, but he does his best not to laugh. It’s hard to disguise the bemused smile, though. He’s not good at masking his emotions. “I just…woke up in a meadow.”

He shakes his head a little, perhaps to dislodge the image of his new friend falling into a silo full of corn. “Well, maybe when we’re done here, we can go back and see who’s up for talking. Most of them are pretty recovered by now…” glancing down at the seeds in Erich’ hand (which are almost certainly not the grains he’d fallen into, but it would be kinda funny if they were, hehe), he adds a little hopefully, “had any luck with those?”