"Mierda-" Lucanis swore as the griffon did, apparently, know how to spell. Or just broadly assumed any spelled word meant 'food'. Too clever, really, even if Lucanis was also holding back a laugh as best he could. "No, no, if I had any you could have them all, I was not saying I had anything for you -- don't you just grin about this, Davrin. Help me out here."