He smiles, one of his rare almost genuine ones. "Let's make a friendship date of it: your place or mine? I'll bring along the ingredients," he offers.

"I certainly wouldn't put it past this place to make something that colorful that dangerous. Aposematism, like a brightly colored tropical poison frog, sending out a message: 'Here I am, but don't even think about eating me. I do not taste as good as I look'. Mushrooms are infamous for being poisonous, some by nature, some because of what they grew from; I'd be more shocked if there weren't any poisonous species."

He recaps the jar, making certain to have the lid on tight before slipping it back into his coat. "Oddly enough, one of the last specimens I was studying in my world of origin, before I was summoned into Sodder's Nightmare, was a parasitic black mold found only in one remote valley in a mountainous country. It seemed to have some potential for cell repair, however... fate had other plans. And yet there's another fungus to catch my curiosity."