"Mm. That could be a nuisance, yes. Please do ask Sunshine Dust and Mr. Julia Fruitnugget not to bother my skiff." (His.)

Now they're descending in earnest: there's a gully, clear of trees, and he swoops the skiff down it before pulling up again to skim over the wooded approach to the lake. "So how did you get to Earth just now? And how do you know it was the Earth of my universe?"