And come up with a substitute ourselves, once we discover its properties. It oughtn't be too hard.

[Not that they really ought to encourage Robin to breathe fire around their home, but the prospect is too intriguing not to test out.

Robin, meanwhile, seems to have long since learned to trust Robert. He promptly spits out one carrot bit and starts chewing furiously on the other, that same rosy joy pervading their minds once more. Good, that's the feeling here. Good good good, he's getting fed and there's more food on the way and he's with his Luteces, so all is well in the world.]

Oh, disgusting. Put that in the sand, good god, you don't know what his saliva contains.