"Pachuufa?" One of the balled cooed curiously. It bounced across the blades of grass and landed on Jeff's shoulder. "Poofa Pachuufa?" Its words were calm, but made no sense to Jeff. It did however, begin to materialize a glowing blue arm of energy, smaller than Jeff's pinky finger. "Poofa Pachuufa??" He asked again, prodding Jeff's cheek with its semi-solid appendage.