[Snow White scoffed.] Eating. Yes. You did see the way those Master Gourmands devoured that adamantoise practically whole, right? I'm not saying it's bad, but it's hardly refined. They asked people to go in on an empty stomach so no one vomited afterward, for crying out loud. They know what they are.

[He shook his head, noticing how Dylas pulled away.] Oh don't tell me you're squeamish now. You're hardly human -- I'm surprised you didn't know. Unless whatever you are feeds differently. [He took a casual, dainty bite out of a mini quiche.]