[He takes back his corner seat and releases Pinsy, allowing her to sit where she pleases. She seems a bit irritated that he jostled her at all in the first place, so she opts to lay over the small gap between their chairs, rump just barely brushed against his thigh and head laid on Angel's to look up at Adorababy. She hasn't fully given up on the idea of capturing that fuzzy toy attached to his backside, but for now, she lies in wait.

Hoping he'd deflected the question well enough, Anders is rather disappointed that the subject is posed again. His hands wring together for a moment before he pries them apart and strokes at Pinsy for some comfort.]

The path here was pleasant. I could almost forget that I'm here, if not for the odd creatures and the greenery. The towns are... a bit less intuitive, and the locals don't strike me as very helpful.

I could admit it's more agreeable than home, but... [His brows furrow as he contemplates the argument he and his companion had on the day they arrived, and how unresolved it still feels to him. He doubts it ever will be.] It may boil down to being unsure how to react to this peace.