"They rode corgis?" Eustace's eyes widen briefly as he looks at Alice in interest—before he quickly schools his expression to be more reserved again. "...But I meant either. I'm not as well versed in the ways of the fae, only just the general things you hear from stories and tales. They weren't as common in my world." If anything "pixies" were an actual type of monster.

The foxes around him start sniffing his legs and outstretched hands, one even putting its forepaws up on his knee to try and get a closer look at him. As they do, he takes the chance to lightly poke one of the mushrooms and is a little surprised when it falls off so easily. But the fox doesn't seem to mind and even shakes its body, causing more of them to fall. As it does, a smaller rodent like creature with a flower tail suddenly appears to take the mushroom and run off.

"...It seems there's some kind of symbiotic relationship between the creatures."