Spoiled? How dare? Did he not make... no, that didn't matter right now. Right now he ached to reach out and touch Kell, just to see if his brother was real. But he doesn't. Just keeps his hands to himself because it's a bit easier this way.

"Pretzels are a food stuff, my friend. Often gotten from carts. They have a number of flavors. A friend of mine introduced me to them. He's a gray worlder. From somewhere around a century after us. He's told me of interesting things of how their world changes, but it seems magic remains unknown to them."