[the sunshine is infectious, though the clouds have a little trouble breaking up directly around Geddoe. He'll be lucky if he doesn't have a single gray cloud following him everywhere in this place.

He looks to see that his bag of shrooms is full again, hooray! so he closes it up and ties it.]

Then, I suppose I have served at least one purpose in finding myself here. How is it, being so far from Kuput and the village?