[Look, maybe this world didn't want him to keep moping around by himself. Which is mostly what he's been doing since coming back here-- still adjusting enough that he's mostly kept to himself. Easier to be emo where nobody else is going to call you out on it.
No such luck today. He manages to resist the buttons for a while (that self-discipline, or whatever) but the moment he can't resist anymore and presses one, he's whisked away. Ta da! He finds himself over in the gardens with a nicely set-up picnic. A big basket full of food, a soft blanket, even some kites just waiting to be flown in the nice, sunny day's breeze. Very idyllic.]