Sol was sweating bullets and his brain was having a hard time processing what was taking place before him. Talking tree. Talking mushroom. Tree turning to a girl. Mushroom. Could trees and mushrooms talk? Was he dreaming? Where was he? As the girl and plant argued before him he took in the situation.

He turned to the mushroom on his shoulder and held himself back from shrugging the damn thing off, but then who knows what it'd do. "Wait what do you mean dry-add? Wait what am I saying HOW ARE YOU TALKING?!"