His charming compliment makes her giggle. "Good, because I'd do nothing but worry if they did." But rather than be further amused by him insulting his own singing, she shakes her head. "No, you have a lovely voice. Sheep are just... well, they aren't the brightest animals, but that's not their fault, they were bred to be like that. What's the farthest you had to go for a stray?"

It's not the first time she's been asked such a question, although usually it's from a germaphobe. "To be honest, I find it kind of comforting. The more I know about what's out there, the better I can protect myself, and others." She leans in reassuringly. "And they aren't all monsters. Most microorganisms are good for us, and the environment." A thought occurs to her and her mouth teases into another smile. "We wouldn't have fermentation without microbes, so you can thank them for that, at least."

She tilts her head a little, her fork poised over another bite of cake. "What does it feel like? I... I've noticed changes, but only when I'm absent for a few days. I've never seen it happen in front of me."