[Food safety is a concept Paul is still working to get his head around based on the dire warnings in his food preservation books. Raw eggs and flour have not yet been covered in the chapters he's read - and the day Paul Atreides learns about edible cookie dough will be a dangerous one for Falcos, wizards, and angels everywhere.]

You're sure? Nothing about the mighty winged savior? The bravest medic? I'd think-

[Whatever else he thinks is diverted by the tug on his pants, and Paul smiles delightedly down at the little creature. Of course he'll bend to scoop him up, supporting him like a human baby with a hand beneath his bottom and one curved around his spiky little head.]

Hello there. Aren't you something?

[The shell seems meant to be still on him, which is already a fascinating physiological quirk.]

"The roundest little creature". That should go in the story as well.