He put his over Foulques's, and spread them to pass something off to him. It was smooth and curved, something made of finely polished wood, far, far too big to have been hidden within Chell's hands as he'd been holding them... a bowl heavy with what quickly proved to be a good many of those huge, shiny black berries he'd been conjuring up to hand out.

"Eat," he said, still smiling. "Have your fill, while I'm able."