Garrot's missing out, then, the little treats aren't ready to eat yet but when they were... well, perhaps he'd have changed his mind. They're growing here specifically because they're delicious and like nothing else in the world.

She lets him have his little victory moment, his chance to be brave in the face of something he's afraid of. She won't steal that from him, not yet.

"If you kill me." She gives her mug a little swirl, the liquid within forming back into a little sphere for a moment.

"He'll keep it spinning for another year." She raises the mug to her lips, the steam fogging up her glasses.

"And I'll be speaking to a different set of knights."