[ Huh, ten days. That surprises Gorgug, but only a little, since, would he be making a square snowman after ten days here? ...and he thinks yeah, he would. If a woman told him to, like happened now.

But what actually distracts Gorgug completely from the snowman is the question returned, since-- he's squinting. He's thinking.

Slowly: ] I think... maybe... five months now...? I think it's five. Around. [ He's still squinting a little upon landing on that, but it's eased some. ]

I don't keep good track, but... it's been a while. It feels like a long time. But I guess it hasn't been that long.

[ Right? Not really. ]