Only the type of cheese that's good for you, having calcium in it. [There's still enough mud on the skeleton that it might be unclear he's clad in a makeshift superhero costume of sorts, with a logo on the chest and a capelet scarf and everything. His face is better cleaned off, and gives no sign that cheesiness bothers him, at least in the context of 'friendship and teamwork' - he does briefly look surprised and accomplished, like he's winning a conversational gambit of his own already.]

But, space to cover... Don't tell me, are we searching this entire place for, uh, people like us? [Waking in the dirt, or river, or whatever else is past the cliffs... Actually, doing a slow spin to take in the sights of the landscape gives him pause. The horizon is too low, even for the surface. The lands by the underground - by Mount Ebott, another name he remembers easily - had been hillier than this.]