Steven is used to doing sort of psychic stuff, so it feels fairly intuitive. Still, he tries to think extra hard when he imagines a little picture of himself nodding and giving a thumbs up.

Meanwhile, he gets busy on pulling some weeds. At least the suit means his hands don't get cut up from doing this.

"Um... yeah, that's good," he says, obviously distracted by the soul chatter part. "I'm okay I guess. How about you?"