Thank god and kami and whatever! Some vegetables are fine, but those ones taste like ass. [He listens to the description, and to the fear in the daemon's voice, and exchanges an unseen look with his own daemon. There's a sound of rustling fabric as she retreats into his shirt and then into the hole in his sternum] Interestin'. Might have to walk on over there and see what's up. It shouldn't be too dangerous if I leave White on the mainland.