[ Robby's omen lifts his head at Sunny's waving, but otherwise...does not come close. Not in any meaningful way--he never minds if he's approached. A peculiar thing. ]

Yeah? What's it like your side of the world anyway? Or your world, [ Robby fixes, with some humour. They can start walking, with Robby's omen taking the lead. ] It looked normal enough, what I saw it. Twelve months, four seasons--no elves or thousand year old people or magic?

[ We following a similar kind of normal here, Sunny. ]