Lucas nods a bit, when Grune confirms this is an acceptable course of action, and starts forward towards the pond. There's an opening in the ramp where people can reach the water; the man in the hardhat turns to them as they approach.

"This is the wonderful Hippo Pool," he informs them blandly, tapping his pencil against his clipboard. "Here, you can swim with Hippo Launchers, gaze at Hippo Launchers, and observe Hippo Launchers eating. You can even fight them! That's dangerous, though."

"I'd rather not fight them," Lucas tells Grune gravely, slowly stepping down into the water. It's moderately deep, almost reaching Lucas' shoulders. "I think they'll leave us alone, mostly. They did last time, anyway..."

He tucks the baseball bat under an arm, slowly wading forward. The hippos surrounding them barely seem to notice them; they drift listlessly about the pond with peculiar, muffled mechanical whirs. Occasionally one of them huffs a burst of steam. Lucas stares at them with a frown as they pass.

"...Grune, were there very many...tall buildings, where you're from?"