"Yeah," says Johnny, mildly less awkward since the Balladeer seems willing to go along with this. This means they can pursue an acquaintanceship that isn't marked by aversion, polite though it's become.

"Well I'll ask him about it when we wake up," he says, relaxing a bit. He looks around the display as if finally taking note. "So, this dream seems kind of... low key, right? I mean it kinda seems like everyone is just... hanging out."

Which are ideal dream circumstances, for him. There's nothing here that would qualify as a house, and his mental state seems stable enough for now. That's good. Step one accomplished: hanging out with him probably isn't going to cause undue strain. As for the next step of actually asking if the Balladeer wants to hang out, he's still miles away from being that socially graceful.