[Honestly, his deepest sympathies - if this were mental communication or something. Things want to eat his face too. But as it stands now, he tilts his head, thinking it over.]

I know - I know tomato. And sugar. So it's... sweet tomato paste. That doesn't sound bad.

[Oh, that was apparently the right thing to say, because he perks up even more. Melius shifting forward enough to where the tip of his scaly nose pokes out of the hood.]

A plant? Does it - does it grow? Here? I um. I like plants. A lot. They're good for alchemy... and cooking.

[His head bobs.] Yes! Food is magical. I - I wish I could do more.