"It's nice. Here, now, it's nice. People are annoyed they can't do what they want, but the reason is a nice one, so most people don't mind too much." Cole slides to lie down, setting aside his hat. He lays to put his feet up on the trunk, head near Ben's solar plexus and face tilting to look at him stomach.

"Satinalia, I suppose. It's a bit like Christmas on Earth. There's celebration and wild parties. I never participated in any, but I know of them." Festivals happened, but were of limited interest to a spirit and Cole never got the chance to celebrate a lot. "The trees are like your Them. They experience things, but not like mortal animals do. They communicate, but it's not with sound and words. Them and the trees are not like each other... but they're unlike us in similar ways, I think."