Hm. [ takes a thoughtful sip, turning the names over in his mind. ]

I don't know of it. But I'm taking note, in case I spot purple sails someday.

[ it's a thing he's having to admit more and more often these days. he's used to knowing things. or, at the very least, having heard of things. as incredibly old and excessively well-traveled as he is. on the one hand, he feels perpetually off-kilter, confronted daily now with entire realities he's had no inkling of. but on the other... what could be more exciting? he's always been motivated by the desire to see and learn everything, and here he is, a sponge with a multiverse of new information to soak up.

he has questions he knows she can't answer. foremost: is it earth by another name, or a different planet entirely? show him a satellite image, zo. ]

So then... what do you make of all this?

[ he gestures widely at the kitchen (or the castle in general.) ]