[He's already trying to grab and pull off huge clumps of the moss/algae/lichen/whatever the hell it is by the time he registers Momo's comment- and for a moment just glances back, as though confused. Bouldering...

But the context clues slot together, and he eventually shrugs, continuing his harvest and shoving the worm's face away when it starts nibbling too close to him.]

Ah... perk of the hooves, I guess. [And the incredible balance and grip they provide him. If there's one benefit to becoming a goat-man, it's definitely been his ability to just effortlessly scale things. He's not sure if it's enough to make up for the urge to just be up high all the time, but whatever.]

You did a lot of climbing back home?

[Another shove of the worm as it tries to creep up at him, thick, squishy parts nosing at the greens. There's definitely snail-trail-style slime on his hand now.]

Yeah.... I guess since they're kept on a farm here, instead of just out in the wild-- C'mon, back off for five seconds. [He starts chiding the worm that's entirely too interested in the greens he's harvesting, taking a few more steps up the rocks. At least Momo's barrier seems to be effective in tricking the huge worm that there's a wall there and it needs to start shambling back towards its pen.]

Cool magic, there, by the way.