[Break quietly logs away the entirely unsurprising detail that Lysithea is the sort of person who thinks nothing of bothering god figures. It is really no surprise that they get on so well.]

Is this going to be a situation wherein I have to trade information to get information, or --

[He stops suddenly and cracks up laughing for perhaps the first time in weeks. Baltus, who had been nosing around in the stakes still, had selected a favorite and was just trotting back to Break with the whole huge thing in his mouth when Lysithea erased the marks that kept it intact. The omen skids to a halt as it crumbles to ashes right there in his mouth, looking so betrayed that his new toy is going away that Break can't help but laugh. While he tries to get himself under control, Baltus fixes him with a sullen stare.]

Ah, sorry, sorry, it's only -- what a thing to have happen, right? [He kindly says this instead of telling Baltus that he looks hilarious when he is being pathetic. Does his present misfortune problem also work on his very own omen, because that would be terrible --] We'll venture off the grounds and find you a good proper stick to chew up when we get home, okay? Now that the mushroom beasties have settled down, I think it would be safe enough.

["Mrrr," agrees Baltus sadly. He wanted that stick. It was a magic stick. B( ]