Taking the (distinctly unspecial) garlic from Armani so he can climb down, Aris turns the bulbs over in his hands and considers this. "...I mean, whatever we're looking for isn't just what it is, though, right? That's the whole point. Since there aren't any literal roots around." He slings the garlic over his shoulder and nods to himself once the Thorntrail is back on the ground. "Okay! Yeah. You're right. Let's try this again..."

He turns back to the closet. The peculiar fruit. The vaguely intimidating cow. The boxes upon boxes of cereal. The pyramids. If this were a video game, it'd probably be simpler. Something would be glowing.