[ They unquestionably told him what was going on, and Ed just a) wasn't paying attention because he was distracted by the whole pulled out of a fuckin' pond butt naked thing; b) selectively forgot what he was told; c) didn't believe nearly half of what he was told; d) all of the above.

Hilda seems more trustworthy, though. Maybe it's the pink hair?

He scratches the back of his head, still not totally convinced but on the cusp of relenting. ] Yeah, alright. Gimme the grand tour, then.

[ He puts away the rest of the ale, packs up all of his random shit, and heads back out the door. ]

So you're really okay with all this [ he waves his hand in front of him. ] magic? Stuff? It's not weird to you?