Felix listens with genuine interest to the description, putting it into his tiny but expanding mental catalog. He's seen the CES, of course, and Morgana had told him some things about her Earth. Dean has told him some other things, but he's never gone much into the descriptors. Now, Felix feels an interest to know more, to make an inner map of an Earth that isn't a wasteland.

Besides, one thing is becoming very clear and intriguing: Earth, for being only one planet, is more diverse than any single planet in the Colonies. Winter and endless summer only a few days drive apart? The scientist in him takes note, piqued.

But he's ready to move forward, so he does, leading the way, and although he drops his hand after a second he flashes a pleased, impish smirk at the compliment -- and a quizzical glance at the complaint. He remembers before, too, but it's still not a thing that makes any sense to him. "What's wrong with raw fish? It's good." And unavailable on the Barge, so he's not about to back off now.