[Under usual circumstances, it takes a couple of minutes, but this is one of Boxer's favourites whom he hasn't seen in nine months. Even once this initial burst of excitement wears down, he's going to be on Arthur's case all evening.]

[What's more important is Arthur's question though, and Eames sighs. He reaches out for a box of crackers that come to him, otherwise a little uncertain how to proceed here.]

General consensus is this place is some kind of... Dream. Being dreamt up by a child. Fucking Pleasantville by Lovecraft is what it is.