[ Eddie would ordinarily have swatted Klaus’s hand away, but truth be told, anything to help anchor him to reality is welcome. Touch and feel are concrete, small things he can cling to to remind him that he’s still here and still functioning as a human being.

So he lets the hand stay. Besides, it’s the least he can do when Klaus is humoring his strange question, and actually taking it seriously. ]

Uhh—

[ He looks around, taking Solvenn in for a moment. Buildings that wouldn’t stand out at a Renaissance fair? Woods and wildflowers in the distance? Some of the lushest grass he’s ever seen? Looks about as close to the Shire as his imagination ever allowed him to dream up?

He can’t lie: if he had ever given any thought to an afterlife, this would be pretty a pretty ideal one. ]

Maybe not my first choice. I mean, I would prefer something a bit more Mirkwood-esque, and the music is sort of lacking, but uh… it’s pretty damn close.

[ And Gandalf doesn’t have any cousins because he’s an immortal spirit—but Eddie keeps that part to himself. It probably isn’t the time or place to get technical. ]