[He didn't really know what to make of that first little bit, admittedly; his dream was only his, right? Still, it was (for better or for worse) Kieran's nature to accept things for what they were, even if they maybe didn't quite make sense to him.

There were more important things on his mind, anyway. A warm head on his shoulder, for example, and the soft fragrance attached to it -- comfortingly alive and sweet in a season where green life was fading away.]

I'm glad I'm back, too.

[Kieran wasn't the type to let his nerves hold him back -- rather, it was a simple lack of knowledge. He was sure of what he wanted to do, but how to do it was... well, he really didn't understand how humans expressed that kind of thing. If it'd been one Sawsbuck to another, maybe, but people operated under very different rules, it seemed. Well, it might be a bit abrupt, but he'd always gone by the "if you don't know, ask" philosophy, so...]

Ah, Bulba? Is it... strange for spirits to lick one another?