[ Just about everything Amos is saying fascinates Howl in some way or another, whether it's the fantastical thought of someplace having thirteen moons or the humorous proposition that stars are big balls of gas. The wizard grins through every new revelation, and moons being "hunks of rock" is no different. That one, at least, does seem plausible, it's just the phrasing of it that tickles Howl's preconceived idea of what the oon is. Or, more appropriately, the moon in his home world. ]

I've never heard anyone speak about the night sky the way you do, either. [ He passes the open book in his hands to Amos and begins to scan the shelves for something else. ] And, yes... but, that's only one of the many ways I've had to adapt my magic. So many factors are different in this world. Back in Horos, I noticed it less, having lost so much of my capability there... but here, it's far more noticeable.

[ Howl pulls another book out, this one being half the thickness of the book on Highstorm's moons. The spine reads The Twin Suns. ] Thankfully, with no oceans here, I haven't had any need to figure out my old maritime spells, to use your example. Tell me, have you had a chance to go to Springstar yet?