Lily giggled most inappropriatly at Io's declaration.  Not that she'd ever been 'eaten' before.  Not by a troll nor anyone else.  The sight of the Satyr swinging their only weapon did it's job of sobering any outburst of mirth.  Trolls must be serious stuff.  Almost as much so, or perhaps more, then red caps.   Backing away a few steps, she cast her gaze around, remembering the snow ball fight from earlier.  If nothing else, she might be able to distract it for her friend with a few well thrown rocks.  Finding a pair that looked like they might just do the job, both about the size of her fist, their edges jagged, she steadied herself with more then a little effort.<br/><br/>"Ok, Mister Troll." she muttered, loud enough for Io to hear.  "Show your big fat smelly self.  I've got a present for you."