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He rocked back a couple steps and sneezed once more, then turned his watery eyes on Bat, who passionately diagnosed him with 'lergics'. "Wha's lergic," he asked, blinking away the tears, and then followed up with, "wha's porky pines?" She corrected herself moments later and though Ephraim also didn't know what a pine cone was—he'd seen plenty during the flight from Grimnismal but didn't know the name of them—he merely nodded, feeling self-conscious about all the things he didn't know.

Was there anything he did know that Bat didn't? It felt sort of doubtful. Lergics in particular were well beyond his knowing. "Porky pines makes you sneezy?" he asked, attempting to clarify for himself what it meant to be lergic to something. "If you sniff 'em?" he added, because prior to sniffing the 'flower', he hadn't known he was lergic.