"Ginger wort truffle. Boiled."

Plant in water, the key to tea. Darvin frowned in concentration, taking the most mortal approach of all options towards the unknown and slowly reaching out to try and touch Spite's shoulder. The demon could punch Lucanis, but they were bound together. Whether or not he could feel-

No, his fingers went through the purple, pouting Lucanis. Hm.

"It's said to have some medicinal properties- which can overlap with magical."

Spite was going to start dosing him now, wasn't he. Anytime he wanted to complain and Lucanis wouldn't let him have at it.