"Oui! I thought you especially might like them; not many people besides Monsieur Dent-de-lion have been interested. Aren't they pretty?" Is that an endorsement for how safe they are, that he shares them with a friend who always seems to be hungry? Or damning them with faint praise, making the point that they appeal to someone who's willing to eat just about anything?

Rook shifts where he lays, hooking an arm and leg firmly around the branch--and slipping sideways off of it to dangle from them, hair billowing long and loose as he reaches down to Jade. Amazing how his hat doesn't even budge, isn't it? Who knows, maybe an impressive green thumb like Jade's could manage to cultivate a few of these even in a much cooler, damper climate.