The paradoxical nature of a mass of gloopy teeth shouting those things leaves Reynard staring for a long, long minute. "Right." He tries and fails to keep some scepticism from his voice. "Good."

"Well. For experiences..." He turns around to scan the area, pointing in each appropriate direction as he lists off places. "That street is lined with bars and pubs. Over there is a rather nice theatre. And the wilderness, of course, that is always a pleasant experience."