The first stop is the fields just outside of the meadow- the marimo herds have migrated all over the hilled area, rolling gently along. Primus is fascinated by the grass itself, having only been exposed to the moss of the meadow.
It tickles, he yells to Dad, who has busied herself with seeing how the DADWALKER does with different kinds of terrain. He shrugs at her lack of response and continues to play with it, taking a few handfuls and sticking them in his overall pockets for later. He figures Buddy might find it just as cool as he does.
Bee has followed behind, and Primus can't help but give his pet a big hug before noting that if it came down to it, he could probably put bee inside his main overall pocket for safekeeping, underneath his poncho.