After traveling in close proximity to a group of tadpole-infected weirdos, Barcus has developed a high comfort level with things he can't explain. Besides, there's something about Esquie that feels weirdly wholesome.

"Well, I've never known a rock to sneak away, but I'll take your word for it." The physical description of the rocks catches at his attention, though, and because he's Barcus, he can't help but analyze them. "Hmm. Well, if they're geodes, they're obviously volcanic rocks. What color are the sparkles? I used to have a citrine geode when I was little, but I gave it to my sister before I left home. She always said she thought the sun would be the same orange color, and I told her since I was going to the surface I'd get to see it for myself, so I..."

He trails off, looking apologetic. "I'm rambling. Sorry, I might be a bit tipsier than I thought."