"Oh, hey, you're a magic person; what's this thing, it looks weird and-"

Chomp. Gulp. The heart was gone, the only thing left being gravel and maybe a bit of snakeman saliva. Richard just stares at his hand for a second, and just for the life of him looking as if he hasn't quite comprehended what just happened. As if his mind was failing to contain the enormity of how messed up that thing he just watched happen was. He began to chuckle because he was feeling too awkward to do anything else.

He began to move slowly. Very notably with his other hand, he decided to start digging in his coat for his flask. "Yeah, uh. You know, stone soup is uh. You know what, no, I have no quip for this." He undid his latch on the mouth of the flask and started taking a long drag off of it.

Yes, he didn't drink. This was going to be one of the rare, justified exceptions.