Jake got back down, hopping from branch to branch, then jumping off the lowest branch and making a perfect landing on the ground. He wipes off the peppermint cane dust off his hands on the tree.

"Well, a bit of good news," he starts, not yet aware of the welcoming committee. "I *think* I caught sight of a castle [i]way[/i] over there in the distance. There's also roads and some buildings, though for some crazy reason it looks like some sort of [i][b]giant racetrack[/b][/i]. Oh, and it appears the whole place is made of candy; seriously, there's even a mountain that looks like a bottle of cola."

He then noticed the two locals, and shrugs.

"On... the other hand, it appears the locals found us, so I'm not sure if anything I just did had any purpose."

He stretches out a hand for the big guy to shake.

"Hi there, big guy. Name's Jake, me 'n' my buddies here are tourists, though we'll try not to make a scene. I don't think I caught your name. You know, on account of me playing lookout just now."

He notes that the big guy is not wearing shoes, and has hands big enough to hold the little girl in.

Though when he heard Ascot's explanation about them being "Keybladers", he nearly did a double take.

'Huh,' he thought to himself. 'Must be something in the local jargon.;