Felix is all about the big things -- science and ideas and, well, not miracles, but certainly other grandiose concepts, ideals and politics and all of that -- but that doesn't mean he doesn't understand the little things, too. He's a scientist, an engineer: he couldn't get by if he couldn't admire the details, even if he sometimes finds himself slipping on them. Now, here, it is partly the little things that are so getting to him. After all, even just experiencing actual weather, actual sunlight, is a novelty for him.

He leans his head on one hand and smiles over at Dean, a little more genuinely, soothed by his quiet enthusiasm. "They don't do them here?" he asks, honestly curious. If things are so different between Kansas and here, they may have entirely different cultures, entirely different practices. He doesn't know. He's asked questions about Earth every so often, but even knowing how many worlds the Barge visits, even knowing it's landed on this planet before, he somehow never expected to find himself so up close and personal with it.

It's probably a small thing to most of the others, except for Racetrack -- a detail -- but this is the first time in a long time he hasn't felt conflicted to feel gratitude for something the Barge has given him. "I know some traditions get observed on the Barge, but I have to imagine they're pretty different in the... uh, in the wild." I'd like to see that, he catches himself thinking, and his brow knits slightly.