"Right. Gonna write a poem about it or something?" Dex teased, but Nursey did have a point about the aesthetic. Everything here felt strange but it was making him realise that strange wasn't necessarily a bad thing, even with Nursey talking with his mouth full next to him. "...I thought the farm animals here were just farm animals," he frowned, casting a slightly suspicious glance to the barn.
He'd chosen to ignore the chirp about socializing because it was sort of true. Left out was kind of the wrong way to put it because they were welcoming, but everybody here knew everybody and it was weird, considering he'd only just seen them all the day before he arrived here. "What's it been like?" he asked eventually, gesturing around. "Everybody in there, I mean. And here. I mean, you were in a musical."