"Flix! Flax!" He exclaimed again, with all the surliness of a sailor awakened by a storm. Obviously, this must be some sort of Faerie swear. He fluttered away from the tablet in the central area, and darted upward. He rose about twenty feet off the ground, and darted around in a seemingly erratic way. Then, all of a sudden, zoom! Straight back down again, and this time, darting into an alcove.<br/><br/>In his case, he winds up in the alcove that happens to have the dried foods. He tinkers and throttles at the boxes, and breaches seals with the relatively strong muscles he has. No magic, it made him sad, he could just open them with magic... that would be awesome. "But no, no magic," He seemed to finish his thought aloud.<br/><br/>He investigated the contents of this alcove, and scowled. "Trix-trax. No berries? Why no berries? Why no berries?" He asked, repeating himself for emphasis. What sort of cruel captor would torment them by depriving them of sweet, succulent fruit? Still, though, he was feeling peckish.  He hummed loudly as he darted back out, and seemingly wanting to slowly meet every one of the others in his own way, he goes to... the rogue! The little ball of light goes zooming towards the rogue, and stops abruptly a foot in front of her face.<br/><br/>"Hi. Are you hungry? I found food, and I could cook. Even with no magic, it's fun," He just sort of spouted off his thoughts, no real forethought apparent.