"About what?" he was so quick to ask, that it came in right before she could offer her conclusion. "Oh. Uhm. Well, mandrake grows on the forest floor, and most people don't like it in their soup, since it causes convulsions? And I guess you could send someone up to talk to the angry bees at the top of my home-tree. But, that would be a bad thing." He offered, probably not a satisfactory answer, but what does she expect? Killing is not really in his purview. Except some insects, because they like to make things filthy.<br/><br/>"I'm no Red Cap, just a Brownie." He would offer this as an explanation as he looked around at the various fruits on offer. He settles for several apples, and finds a spot on the steps to settle down on. He begins to ravenously devour said apples; and yet, while he is ravenous, he is also so amazingly quiet and nearly dainty about the whole thing, careful also not to get juice on the carpeting.