"None that I know of, anyway," he admits. But he says it in a sort of hopeful tone, like, hey, you never know. It would be cool to find that elves and fae and all kinds of other stuff existed in his world...

"Jethro Tull? Shit." He laughs, but it's not at Eric! It's just fond, and a little homesick, because... "You sound like my dad." Smiling, he nods. "You're on, man. Let's play some prog rock together."

It's funny, the cultural touchstones that transcend worlds.