"I don't know. I think she talks to them... She's known them for years, right?" he muses, reaching up to tap his chin lightly. He can't imagine the Wizard talking to regular people honestly, but he supposes she must if she's been here for so long.

These thoughts are set aside though the second Luka starts fantasizing about food. Immediately, his mouth starts watering, and he licks his lips. He feels like he could eat a whole ass moose right now. Everything sounds good to him.

"Ah... one of those. Fat, city pigeons," he murmurs dreamily. "Or more of the salmon she gave me. A lot more." Gods, he's hungry.