[The good news is that approaching this ridiculous bullshit in a perfectly practical manner is actually completely Dimitri's jam, and he pauses for a moment as he takes in Cecil's words.]

...I had considered the possibility of small bugs - [no not bug types, those are cheating] - and dirt covering the plants, but the use of poison.... That is something I had not thought of.

[And he puts the dandelion down. His Tepig looks more relieved than words can describe.]

How deeply does this poison sink...? I would think down to the soul, but this place is... strange.