"I'm inclined to agree," Jonathan notes with a nod. From there, he has to remnisce a bit. "I'm finding myself reminded of when horse-back riding was broached as a topic in my teenage ears...it was ultimately determined that the only beast which could likely carry someone of my size would be a draft's horse," he sighs, at least sounding somewhat amused by the matter. "It seems that foot-travel is my sorry destiny."

Blake is now getting another friendly rub on the head, before he goes back to sniffing around Silver Bullet. "I'm glad you think so! And truly, if Jojo feels more familiar for you, then I won't tell you not to. I don't believe I have the right to insist otherwise, having carved it into a tree as a boy," he adds with a warm smile.