Tyki blinked at the mention of kicking Dreamhares. He'd not seen one in person, never in real life. He'd seen plush toys of them, but had only heard of them in the wild, a little like how most people had never seen a bear with their own eyes, but were very familiar with the stuffed kind. He knew that rich children kept docile, domesticated Dreamhares as pets, but he was neither rich, nor from a place close enough to rolling meadows to see them in their natural habitat.

It still baffled him why anybody would bother to kick one. They were famous for being one of the types of wildlife that didn't attack unprovoked, but had a tendency to retaliate with magic if you struck first.

Something else Nel had said made him rather more interested than the Dreamhares, though. It gave him a thoughtful look.

"I'll keep that in mind," he said, thinking of the lake.