He listened to the story, snickering some. Sneaking down for more sounded like something they might catch Wembley doing. (Or himself.)

"I probably would! Peas are pretty good, though I think after the obvious radishes, I'm most partial to rutabagas." He paused, and snorted some. "Though that caused Mokey to go a little overboard once, making bowl after bowl of rutabaga soup for me after I broke my leg out in the Gorg's garden."