Thorfinn shook his head quickly. Luckily his long hair was braided up so, it didn't go flying at the quick movement of his head. "No, strange magic." He held a hand up. How else did one explain plumbing to him? Everything he didn't understand he assumed to be magic. "Water belongs in the river." He repeated his belief for the second time.

He smiled in return and looked a little confused, a second until he realized what she was asking. "Yes," he shifted the hand holding the pack to put it back to his shoulder and point to Jo's house. "There, Nice to meet, Peggy." He wondered idly what kind of name Peggy was, where her people came from. He then shifted the hand from pointing to Jo's house to his own chest, to motion to himself. "I'm Thorfinn, pleased to meet you." Pleasantries were coming along easier the more he used them. Forming words he had already learned into new phrases, crafting words that once made no sense.