(It was a lot. Eddie knew that from experience, and honestly, being out in the woods was a lot less overwhelming. Beyond some strange looking flowers, the foliage was at least similar enough to what they were used to.)

No. It's like a weird magic? (He wiggles his fingers as if that properly explains it. It's fair of Bill to wonder that about Eddie, but for once, Eddie doesn't seem like he's being hysterical about something. He actually seems genuinely concerned.)

Apparently people who drink it? I think? Or touch it- I can't remember- but it makes you forget stuff.

(Don't ask him how, but he just knows that its been a thing.)

There's a lot of weird stuff here. People who can use real magic- not like magicians. Real stuff. This lady I know can make it snow or put fire in her hands from nothing.

(Which is amazing, if not a little scary too. Eddie looks for where they leave their bikes, committing it to memory.

It was easy to be brave with each other. Eddie himself is just as confident. He was always confident when he was with Bill. Or at least much more confident than he would ever be otherwise.)

The boat? (He quickens his pace to walk next to Bill. Their elbows bump, but Eddie doesn't move away. He might be a little clingy for some time. He's missed Bill real bad. It can't be helped.)

She needs a sturdy name. It looks like she could take a beating.