Oh, well, nothing much.
Just a bit of plucking here and a little picking there, and Luca, who, to everyone else, momentarily looked as though he’d developed the expression of a complete maniac, giggled happily as he watched Tortie beautifully produce more mushrooms as he munched away.
It didn’t matter whether he ate chickweed, hibiscus flowers, or collard greens, because in the end they all produced that sweet, sweet sound.
Pop!
Pop!
Pop!
And with it came mushroom after mushroom.
In the mind of the Kyros heir, wasn’t this simply the greatest thing ever?
Now, even if Tortie continued eating his impressive weight in greens every single day, it’d practically all cancel itself out with the steady stream of mushrooms sprouting from his shell. Nobody could quite tell whether the phenomenon had anything to do with the fact that the guardian beast once carried an entire ecosystem on his back, but Luca had long since learned that questioning blessings too much was not the way to go. Better not to jinx himself by pestering Tortie with unnecessary questions while the guardian beast was still happily eating.
After all, the implications were simply too good.
Not only would the mushrooms become an incredible supplement for the Cindermoss Burrowers, helping them produce even richer soil, but given Tortie’s frankly terrifying appetite, wouldn’t this practically make him a walking mushroom farm?
Sure, it’d probably take a little experimentation since the mushrooms seemed to change depending on what Tortie ate, but wasn’t that even better? Different flowers and vegetables meant different mushrooms, and different mushrooms meant variety. Variety meant options, and options usually meant money.
Lots of money.
By the time Luca reached that conclusion, he was already smiling brightly enough for everyone around him to grow concerned. The dungeon owner looked so thoroughly pleased with the results that he generously hid away the rather effective (abominable) get-along shirts, much to everyone else’s relief.
It was around then, after quietly watching Tortie sprout yet another mushroom with almost suspicious consistency, that Killian finally spoke.
"Luca, those Luxury Pet Food boxes... they were limited-time items, weren’t they?"
The dungeon owner, who’d been busily running around, offering the guardian beast various vegetables while occasionally fanning him for no reason other than that he felt he deserved premium treatment, suddenly stopped in his tracks as Killian’s question brought him back to reality.
Because...
Right.
The Luxury Pet Food was a limited-time item.
Back then, it’d honestly felt a little excessive. They’d spent three hundred thousand CP on something they couldn’t even confidently explain the purpose of, and while the price still hurt somewhere deep inside Luca’s money-grubbing soul, at least now he could finally understand why it’d been priced that way.
The problem was that understanding the price didn’t make obtaining more any easier.
Even if they carefully saved enough CP for another purchase, there was no guarantee it’d ever appear on the Trove again.
"You’re right," Luca admitted, his earlier excitement dimming considerably. "We originally had about thirty servings since there were ten pieces in each box." He paused to do the math in his head before continuing, "Theoretically, if the Elders don’t find anything wrong with giving them another serving later on, we’ve still got several more rounds."
His expression gradually turned thoughtful.
"But..." His gaze drifted toward the water sprite happily bobbing around Minister Kordell’s shoulder. "I’m worried about the little sprite."
Everyone instinctively followed his eyes.
"The others have always been able to eat other things," Luca continued, "but that one only seemed interested in the Pet Food. What if it’s actually dependent on it?"
If that were the case, wouldn’t it eventually starve once it ran out of food, even if it decided to reserve every remaining serving of the pet food exclusively for it?
Thankfully, Elder Feng seemed to understand his concern and offered a suggestion, "I believe we should try with spiritual energy crystals soon enough."
"Huh? As in the same spiritual energy crystals we use?"

Boing! Boing!

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