Oh, well, nothing much.
Just a bit of plucking here and a little picking there, and Luca, who, to everyone else, momentarily looked as though he'd developed the expression of a complete maniac, giggled happily as he watched Tortie beautifully produce more mushrooms as he munched away.
It didn't matter whether he ate chickweed, hibiscus flowers, or collard greens, because in the end they all produced that sweet, sweet sound.
Pop!
Pop!
Pop!
And with it came mushroom after mushroom.
In the mind of the Kyros heir, wasn't this simply the greatest thing ever?
