Maybe it’s a menu! Dale’s stomach grumbled. Or perhaps simpler—just a dietary requirement guide. I’ve seen Lyra eat flowers and bread. I’d imagine she can’t eat a house . . . and I don’t know what the crystal is supposed to be. Rock candy? Still, it’s not a totally lost cause. I can check off what I know I can eat, and maybe Lyra and I can work together on the things I can’t recognise.