Honey? No, I don't need honey! You should be terrified by it. So maybe it sounds like a deranged duck right now, but that's what happens when one's essence is in this state.
[Traditionally, such an application of sound has reduced adult magicians to quivering and, recently, nearly startled one commoner out of her pentacle. That it doesn't work here seems to deflate the blob, right up until the mandrake reference sinks in.]
"It's" scream?
[Gurgling that is laughter? This could be happening.]
The scream of a Mandrake is nothing. Rather strangled and pathetic, as I recall it. Survival only comes into question when you think about the risks of laughing to death.
Regardless, who would want to eat that? It's all stringy, bitter, and human. Only Jabor or Cormocodran would eat them, and that last one gave the latter a critical case of indigestion. I prefer imps usually, and foliots on occasion.
[The rest of her information sounds less appealing and amusing. Whisking back and forth sounds a lot like being summoned. Ugh.]
Jabberwock, huh? I thought the old guy had stopped using that name in Victorian England. I haven't heard of Bandersnatch though. Must be an imp, though how that could be a bad thing is up in the air; death by irritation, perhaps.
What is it that's worse?
[That is a certain Djinni remembering Faquarl and the Hopkins body issue, seeing as that is very much in the forefront of his essence. Please don't tell him his old friend is there, especially as all that familiarity between them definitely bred contempt over the centuries.]
no subject
[Traditionally, such an application of sound has reduced adult magicians to quivering and, recently, nearly startled one commoner out of her pentacle. That it doesn't work here seems to deflate the blob, right up until the mandrake reference sinks in.]
"It's" scream?
[Gurgling that is laughter? This could be happening.]
The scream of a Mandrake is nothing. Rather strangled and pathetic, as I recall it. Survival only comes into question when you think about the risks of laughing to death.
Regardless, who would want to eat that? It's all stringy, bitter, and human. Only Jabor or Cormocodran would eat them, and that last one gave the latter a critical case of indigestion. I prefer imps usually, and foliots on occasion.
[The rest of her information sounds less appealing and amusing. Whisking back and forth sounds a lot like being summoned. Ugh.]
Jabberwock, huh? I thought the old guy had stopped using that name in Victorian England. I haven't heard of Bandersnatch though. Must be an imp, though how that could be a bad thing is up in the air; death by irritation, perhaps.
What is it that's worse?
[That is a certain Djinni remembering Faquarl and the Hopkins body issue, seeing as that is very much in the forefront of his essence. Please don't tell him his old friend is there, especially as all that familiarity between them definitely bred contempt over the centuries.]