They slow just as abruptly, glancing up nervously before continuing to unearth the roots at a more reasonable pace. They aren't really sure what to say about a world that doesn't have magic--how does anything even work? Magic is in everything, and even if Chip doesn't understand why that is, they know it's like...needing air to breathe, or ground to walk on.

Thankfully, they're given a new topic to pursue. "...no. Didn't have any dirt to put stuff in."