Neverwinter Forest Baby eat this chicken slow, it's full of all them little bones

Except here in the Teekons, nobody baled up the long grasses and let them dry, and he'd never met a horse. He might as well have said that gleeps eat ftarngles. So hay was grass. Okay. But horses were still pretty much a mystery. Maybe he meant bison. They were relatively unusual looking at least. Whatever. It wasn't too important. He was still weird.

But he'd totally take the whole not having to laugh thing. Good or bad mood, he wasn't gonna do that right now no matter what. And so, Mal changed the subject entirely onto something easier, So. I was heading for a patrol. Are you coming along? A pause but not long enough for him to really answer, Otherwise I guess we get to stand around awkwardly a bit while I ask how you've settled in and all that.