It took a second, but Marco did laugh, after a long moment of wondering what the hell Ivy was going on about. "Yeah, but if you were a horse, you wouldn't have thumbs, so you couldn't get me out without help even if you weren't distracted by carrots," he told her, still mentally trying to decide if he liked this strange moment that they were sharing, or if the whole morning was too surreal to appreciate that Ivy was a little weird. "Shit, yes, can you, please? I'm... I'm kind of like seventy-five percent sure they're in my pocket, but just in case, yeah. My room's the second one on the first floor, in the lodge."
He gave the mud one last idle push before he popped his hands up, showing her that he wouldn't try to move or get out. "I'll... be here," he said, frowning. "Please be careful! Don't really get distracted by carrots!"