Humming with uncertainty, you reached out to pick up the brown-eyed Flea, rolling him around in your palms in such a way that the little larva squealed in delight. "I get that, I understand horseland logic means you can literally feed on magic and be fine, but there's so much shit that went into taking care of a baby, one single baby, in my world. Now I've got more than I do fingers on my hand," you admitted, setting Flea back down.