"Muffins are good too," he says as lightly as he can. He wouldn't say no to a muffin. He watches her, worrying his lip between his teeth as he picks carefully through the brambles. Sounds like she's had a pretty weird morning herself. "Yeah, I just woke up here," he decides to admit, in light of that. "So maybe something's up. Who even knows, with this place."

He gives an experimental squirm in response to her efforts and regrets it immediately, sucking air through his teeth. "I can't really seem to leave either," he says dryly.