Galaxian laughs. "Trying to get you off of your own lawn...beach? Property. Huh." He leans against whatever is leanable nearby. "Were they confused as to where their homes were?"

Galaxian sounds relieved as he exclaims, "Oh, good." He adds, "If you do get to their age chronologically and I'm still around, please don't come to where I am to tell me to get off the lawn."

He gives her a grin. "Am I? I don't have a lawn for you to get off of. So it's the other way around, probably."

Took her long enough to reach that :').
"It sounds like a cool place," he says with a small nod. "Do you train there too?"

"Oh. I see," he says, trying to picture it. He hasn't ventured into the Isle before mostly because he's actually aware his presence might not be welcomed. It's fun to visualize what you haven't seen before, though.

(It's fine lol I do it too xD)

He nods thoughtfully, then: "Can I ask a really weird question real quick?"
A random, abrupt question, it seems.

"What do you define Forengard as? The planet, or just this universe?"

"This supposed infinity with all the matter and space that we associate ourselves with," Galaxian goes.

"I think there's a theory out there that says Forengard is a pyramid," Galaxian offers, obviously not saying it's valid, just tossing it out there. "And that the Underworld is kinda a spiritual place underground or something."

(It's the Dreidel Theory as named by Yours Truly)

"It does?" Galaxian does seem a bit skeptical. "They think it's, like, a spinning toy. The kind mortal children play with during some holidays or something."