Smelling the aroma coming from not far away, Tilan was curious about what it was, but she didn't intend to ask Flan for it, only wanting to hear his opinion.
As they ate an unknown roasted potato, the two continued along the mountain path, and after a distance, Flan spoke.
"This thing is toxic." He looked at the blackened half-potato in his hand and assessed.
"Toxic?"
"Yes, although the dose is very low and eating it once is not a big deal, eating too much could be problematic." He regretfully looked at the half piece in his hand and then threw it far away.
"I understand now why the Moose Leader bothers to dig soil from underground to grow wheat; too many plants on this land are inedible."
