Balfour stops where he's standing, having begun to ignore the giant floating plate of brownies following him around. It at least stopped when he did and didn't seem to be doing any damage.

He had come to the conclusion, upon arriving in Astralfield, that this place was certainly a dream. A dream gone wrong, even.

He stares briefly at the ducks following the man around, scratching his head.

"Ah, excuse me. Do you realize that... Why are those ducks carrying umbrellas?"