Llewellyn couldn’t help pointing things like that out. Words, how people expressed things, languages, they were something that he tended to fixate on. Of course, he didn’t quite see the way Ignis cocked his head at the comment about the park, where he was focused on stopping Pretzel from making a leaf salad. It was, indeed, the obvious. A sprawling park where Llewellyn had spent much of his time in Toronto, a park that had been more of an office than any station house and a haven when he needed it… So it was nice to have something similar here, and that he could spend time in it with people who actually wanted to spend time with him for more than work. Unfortunate that he had yet to meet anyone who knew the place, but he knew by now most worlds were different. 

The comment gets a curious glance up, casting the recovered leaves aside. 

… And yes, Pretzel took his owner’s distraction as an excuse to try again. 

“Thank you, he’s quite the little fiend at times… And he uses his charm to get what he wants from me and Rhy.” Llewellyn joked, before reaching to snag the last leaf away before straightening. “This is uh- Pretzel. The pup I mentioned to you a while back? Surprised us recently… But he’s never seen… Well- most things considering nature, wildlife and seasons weren’t a thing for him to experience before.”