You were doing a lot more than me when I was five, [ he confesses with a laugh in his voice. That's for sure. Could he even kick a ball at that age? Not very well. Not without falling down.

He comes to stand by the stove, the higgledies bout their feet, but good at (mostly) keeping out of the way. Some fuss amongst each other, while one sunshine higgledy pats at his leg, gets him to scoop it up so it can watch as he speaks. ]

So like, uh, are you gonna ask the people? Or can you... [ he makes a slow, short sweeping motion ] --ask the ground?

[ He says it, so hopeful. Hopeful that it isn't a dumb thing to ask. Please, so many people have weird powers! ]