"All right, so why don't we play it by ear and see what stick?" he suggested, because neither felt right yet, but maybe with time, he'd find the answer. "Do you want to walk to the dining room and we can have breakfast?"
He had no idea how things worked here, but he was learning things slowly. "Are you getting that broom? I don't know how I feel about flying on a real broom for sweeping and not flying." He figured that was a safe subject to start with as they made their way to the dining room.
"So what do you do in your reality? Do you play for the Harpies as well?" he asked trying to find commonalities with the woman who was his mother.