"Odin, huh..." Hunk had heard the name from Norse mythology, from video games, so the fact that the name showed up across worlds sent a shiver down his spine. In a good way. He remembered reading something about Summons and a Summoner in the list of jobs, so it sounded like they were dealing with some powerful stuff.

But Cocoon? Pulse? Were those places where Hope came from? Cocoons made him think of bugs. Butterflies. Unbuttered flies. There's opened food right in his hand and so he lets the lid lightly fall back to the box.

"Wait, you said you kinda know something about the magic they have here, and you have Summons, whatever those are. So what's your world like?" His eyes light up as he absentmindedly takes a bite of that Hot Pocket he grabbed earlier, remembering to save it from a defiled fate from the flies that are probably around. "Yanno, if you wanna talk about it."