Bob, still giving the impression of having his mouth full despite not actually having a mouth, chirped: "Weird." Right back at him, hopping back from the bag of potting soil with another: "Weird!" It was only a moment before the moss ball was bouncing around in tiny circles, waving all three of its vines back and forth like some miniature Bellagio fountain display, just sing-songing 'weird' at different cadences.

Alexis, for her part, had to press a hand over her mouth to keep from laughing outright, though her shoulders were shaking with suppressed laughter, especially when Bob finished this dance by flattening a little, all three of those vines pointed in Klaus' direction, a small loop in the end of each as if giving some sort of triple thumbs-up, without the thumbs, finishing with a warble of: "Pretty cool."

Alexis still had her hand over her mouth, though the actual laughter had died down, lifting the hand away in a 'there you go' sort of gesture, "Sounds like approval to me."