Nope. Nope, nope, nope. This... has got to be the work of nefarious hallucinogenic mushrooms. Obviously, he is going to have to be more careful in the future when he's picking mushrooms for his soup. But... shouldn't it have worn off by now? What if he died, and this is the horrible hell of an afterlife people ramble and rave about? Not a natural thing in sight. Disgusting.<br/><br/>He grumbles a bit, but mostly it's just nonsense angry sounds, not actual words. For someone who is basically a wilds-dwelling hermit, he is... needless to say, way out of his comfort zone. At least the interior of the building offered some respite from the madness outside, but it wasn't as nice as his cave.<br/><br/>He listlessly followed after the rabbit, and stared. Just stared. No words, no murmurs; just... oh, for fucks sake, there is no way this is a bad trip."So... if a Water Tree does that, would a Tree Tree give us some nice woods?" Hopeful? Maybe a little. Okay, yes, quite.