"A farm?" On one level, Steve was authentically surprised, but also not. He paused, staring at the other and trying to picture it, but the resulting image toggled between obvious make-believe and things he had no context for the inspiration of.
Finally he chuckled. "Look, I'm just up for a promotion on literally the most boring ladder on any corporate chain, so I can't really talk about anything. But it sounds like you have goals. If you need a friend with absolutely no experience with talking to goats, I'm around. I can offer shipping advice too, but I get to tell you to stuff it if you're looking for free stamps."
He blinked, and saw the figure in the clearing again; just before he dissolved. The smile died slightly and Steve swallowed, then took a harder look at the man he was facing in real life. There was a joke on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn't remember it, or for the life of him remember why it was funny here and now, and that burned slightly behind his lingering amusement. "Well, I guess if you can come off as a nice guy and a jerk, I can handle some sci-fi references. I'm pretty well read anyway, you know."