"Hm...." Well, this whole exchange was giving him more than a few ideas. The reminder that he should be able to grow anything that any other ent should be able to, at least in theory. That those black berries were indeed well enough liked, even here. The hint that oil ought to be noted. Wood ash... There was a growing list of things he wanted to work on. A press... he could figure something out there, he figured, once one might be useful. But best to at least make note of it as a possibility, for now.

"They're real enough," he said, shrugging a little. "But my magic created them. Once it is gone again...." Well, would the things brought about by his magic remain? He just didn't know, hence the experiment. And if it did remain... why pass up the opportunity? He crouched to set the jar down, putting it into a little crate that definitely hadn't been there a moment before... and by the time he stood up again, there were three more jars and a couple more paper bundles. He turned his hand over, not gesturing for show, so much as simply directing the energy to a place on the shore there by where they stood: another box, a bigger one this time, with what looked to be quite a lot of fabric, both finer soft sorts -- blankets? -- and some rolls of something coarser, canvas. Bundles of rope, a bag of tools of some sort, a saw poking out from among them.... He knew what he figured would be useful. But if Foulques had suggestions....?