Maybe humans don’t feel exactly what it is that trolls do there, but Sam knows they can do something close. He’s purposefully stopped asking Kurloz questions about it now, because he doesn’t want to know. He doesn’t want to pinpoint exactly what the whole moirail thing is, not when what Kurloz has told him about it sounds like something he might want, like something he could do. It’s easier if Sam just assumes that he doesn’t completely understand it, so he doesn't have to go there.

So he can just sit here with his arm around Kurloz's shoulders and talk, the way he used to do with Riley, telling him stories of Sam's siblings back when they were stuck with nothing to do but kill time. The way he'd started to do back home, now that talking about Riley doesn't hurt so much, now that it helps keep him alive.

He chuckles Kurloz's bet. "He'd take that as a challenge, you know. Least you're not shoving them under my shirt like a jackass."

Then he falls quiet, listening to Kurloz talk. This is familiar, too, trading stories that don't have much to do with where they are now, just a way to get their minds of things. Then he grins at the question. "Hell yeah, man. Anyone teach you about snowball fights?"