Well this is surreal, which he usually doesn't mind, but he'd never quite been taunted with it before. The presence of candy fish when he can't eat them unconflictedly is just insult to injury.

Whatever, being in cotton candy seas is unappealing, and he very begrudgingly accepts the hand up. He would have made a pointed refusal, but his spatial perceptions, without the confirmation of sight, aren't likely to be the best. The idea of overbalancing and falling off a banister he can't actually perceive is even less appealing than being gently lapped by cotton candy. "One of them? Native, or rift?" He's holding out for rift to be the answer.