Gerome just shook his head and, once Inigo had moved to his bedroll, he laid himself back down on his own. He'd just lifted his arms to pillow his head when Inigo spoke again.

"Strange? Other than a purple ocean and a volcano spewing sweet smelling goo?" He asked, his tone... very close to teasing. They were, after all, on a very strange planet with very strange things in very strange colours. Everything looked strange. "You will need to be more specific, Inigo. Which strange thing are we talking about?"