[ Tezcatlipoca hums out a noise that’s a signal that he’s thinking about it since the answer doesn’t come immediately. It’s a difficult thing for him to put in words, because it feels like one of those things that’s just the chasm between his experiences and others’. It’s vague, but… ]

Too welcoming.

[ That’s his verdict, and it’s cynical, maybe. It probably sounds more harshly so to Vergilius, since he doesn’t know where Tezcatlipoca is pulling the impression from, nor is the god inclined to explain it in full. But in the broad strokes, he feels like it should make sense. ]

There’s such a thing as overdoing the hospitality. For bein’ a place so cut off from the rest of the world, would expect them to have more trepidation about our sudden appearance. Even the abundance should make ‘em concerned about havin’ dozens more mouths to feed. Especially at harvest time, in fact.