"The pollen," Adnan agreed with a small smile. Though from the looks of it, Bazzer's experience hadn't been nearly as pleasant as his own, despite the confusion it carried along with it. A man who hadn't been brought up the way he had might not've thought twice about it, but he couldn't be anything but himself. He hesitated for a second, then made a vague inviting gesture to the path he'd been walking, Tripper still tail-wagging with a stick at his side. "Want to walk with us?" he offered. Talking might come with that, it might not. They'd just have to see.