She finally struck pay dirt with the selection of garden vegetables. He scrutinized them all, sampling the majority. Twilight’s quill rasped across the parchment as he tasted greens from basil to zucchini. He occasionally acted as if a particular food was distasteful to him, and Lyra finally suggested—in a rather long-winded back-and-forth conversation—that he should say whether or not he liked it, as well as if it was edible. Unfortunately for Apple Cobbler’s blood pressure, they quickly discovered that while he could eat nearly any of the proffered foods, he didn’t like the majority of them. The trend continued with flowers; he refused them all outright. Bizarrely enough, his reaction to their scent seemed generally positive, but then he’d say ‘no,’ and set them back down. 