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Ira drew in a thoughtful breath as Jinx responded to his inquiry, explaining that she did not know the origins of words but subtly saying that she didn’t know why they called it ‘sap’ and not ‘blood’. Contented with this answer, Ira shrugged not willing to dwell too much upon it. It did not matter, in truth. He would call it sap because that was what it had been named in the first place. Jinx had found something in his question in regards to sticking to the sap humorous, and Ira grinned impishly at her though he did not share in on what she thought was so funny. “A bald spot?” Ira repeated, turning his icy blue eyes to the tree so he might observe it better, though it provided no solid answers - despite that Ira wasn’t sure, exactly, what he was looking for. “Is it really that strong?” Ira glimpsed back up at Jinx, believing her words, of course, but trying to picture what kind of substance they were talking about. “Oh,” Ira let out his breath in a puff. “I’ll be careful then,” He assured Jinx because he really, really didn’t want a patch of fur missing. He did not want to know that level of humiliation. Ears slicked back to half mast atop his head before they rose suddenly as another question tickled at the forefront of his mind, “Does it taste good?” He asked Jinx, thinking back to that she said he could lick it off his snout.