"Syrup?" His mind flies to sweet syrups he's most naturally familiar with - pancake syrups, maple syrups, candied syrups..His confusion doesn't let up.

"Wanna take a detour then? See if we can find a nice stream of...syrup to dip our toes into?" At this, Bambosh suddenly reappears behind his boot, jumping up and down until it settles into a nice waddle in place. That's not a coincidence; he's manually called him back to his side, though higgledies were inclined to follow their charges anyway, even as they wander.