Wapun Meadow A Chance Meeting

Louis grinned. Then turned his attention back to the grasshopper. "Well... they taste awful. And if you make them mad they smell awful, too."

His lip twisted at the memory of an all-too-eager past self who had made a certain quantity of mistakes where Lubbers were concerned. He shook his head as if to dismiss the unpleasantness.

"But --" He pawed at it just enough to encourage the critter to escape. It leapt - quite far, but its wings buzzed pitifully small. "They can't fly either. So I guess being altogether nasty to eat and catch is how they make up for it."

He shrugged, and chuckled a little, "I think personally I'd rather be able to fly."