Jaro tugged at his forelock, deep in thought. He had a guess as to why things might be so warm here: This must be this world's equivalent of the Wastelands, only it was too warm here instead of too cold. Okay, but that didn't explain why apparently wind could just appear out of nowhere in this world. That made no friggin' sense! It would be like if things just randomly burst into fire for no reason! And for some reason, Jaro was the only one who thought that this was at all odd or worth commenting on! Was everyone else here mad? The sanity of that weird clay-creature saying Pokemon weren't real and babbling nonsense words like 'video games' and 'isekai' certainly seemed suspect, at least.
Desperately latching onto the first thing he heard he was at all familiar with, he turned to Starr and said, "Wait, you used to be a Cleffa? That means you must have come from the Vale in my world, right? I guess you must've traveled to even more worlds than this one, before?"