*tiny dragons returning, much later, with the boot, which is filled to the brim with lemons and covered in garlic flowers*

I…. I see. 

I don’t understand,

but I see. 

*picks up lemons and garlic and ponders them*  At least I can give these to the kitchens. And the boot smells fresher and zestier than it ever has. 

Er. Thank you, I suppose.  Would you like nibbles from the forge?