"The orbs, yes." He's sitting very close, hoping to ground Ren with his presence. What are they watching? Well, there's a lot of tinsel, and the orbs are bouncing back and forth singing something in Orbese: the farmorb wants a sporb, the farmorb wants a sporb...

"Uh. Sporb... is that spoon? Sprat? Spouse?" He doesn't recognise any of the orbs. "I'm not sure if this is for the children or not, to be honest. At least they aren't us."