[Anything's food if you try hard enough, lil guy. Hector will find him a good snack soon.]

Poor thing. What does he eat?

[The little fleshy thing looks cold, even in the enchanted warmth of Myr's garden or maybe he's still that afraid. Hector strips off his sash and wraps it around the nug.]

I can certainly help you come up with something better than 'Schmooples'. [Hector's not fully catching on yet, but there's no way in hell he's letting this glorious creature get saddled with such a terrible name.]

We could call him 'Miltos'. He's reddish and from the earth.