Suddenly it was Blake's turn to attempt to quell amusement. For as odd as these experiences tended to be, there had been a particular humor to all of them; his journey with the talking cloud had left him tickled for days. A glance toward Martha and he smirked through his words. "Thinkin' they're a bit cheeky. Social commentary, maybe," he said, thinking on how he already felt like he'd learned something from the whole ordeal.

"There is no gain in holding back," the robin replied helpfully. "It's against your nature not to share your song." As he twittered his answer, the bird hopped from Blake's head to his shoulder and perched there, pecking absently at a button on his jacket.

John shook his head. Had life served him differently, he'd have no trouble sharing, but as it stood, there was a lot that brought him up well shy of social and outgoing. He just didn't connect with anyone. Not even his own spirit animal.

"Not sure what I'm s'posed to be tellin' here. Think Martha knows I keep to myself. No explanation needed."