[ Spots may be for fawns... but Konoha is as close a person as Simon's ever met to a sentient freckle, so it makes some kind of weird sense to him. ]

They give me headaches, but the ears aren't so bad. [ he scratches at the base of one. ] I can feel them — I mean, real, outside sensation. Makes being like this a little less claustrophobic... if that makes sense.

[ It probably doesn't, since his bodily situation is so bizarre and specific, but Simon's already moved on to pacing around her, staying within earshot but cranking up to look at the place with something like awe. It's not what he expected from a half-finished farm, not that he's any kind of expert. ]

You did all this? It's so green already.