"Nug?" he murmured to himself, under his breath. That was the one word the dream hadn't translated well. Zohvin popped a piece of fruit into his mouth, briefly considering that before saying, "Then you must not get out much."

His tone was more gently needling than anything else. He hadn't intended on their conversation going in this odd direction, after all. "You're also the shortest human I've ever seen, but I won't hold it against you."