It was in relatively comfortable silence that Legba watched Fairy inchworm her way to the new patch of greenery, mostly out of sight. He waited for the mouse to become a little more edible, and after a few moments he began to feed properly.

"Yes, it's what I eat," he answered Fairy at last, amused. "No leaves and grass for me. There was faint derision in his tone, but it didn't seem to be mocking; the self-centered spider just seemed unaware that he was half-insulting his companion.

A more philosophical being might have wondered why they'd both emerged, where they were, who they were, sooner. It wasn't that Legba was stupid, exactly--a stupid Gembound might never wonder these things at all. But he had a rather matter-of-fact mentality even this early that had him just accepting existence as it was. Still, the curiosity hit him at last. Rather than keep the questions to himself, though, he posed them to Fairy between long sips of dead mouse, as she grazed.

"So you and I have woken up," he began slowly, and his methodical thought process in at least this topic brought the words out slowly; "in this pretty little world. What made us, do you think? Same thing that made poor mousey over here?" he added, amused, his many eyes glancing over the dead, furry meal.