Oh, plenty of people have had dramatic reactions to what I have to create! It always surprises me, but it's good to know what I make is so well-received.

[The shards of Whatever The Fuck That Is properly collected and the poor pan more than likely experiencing some trauma of war, Solomon happily partakes of his own horrific creation, plucking up one of the smoking, obsidian-like pieces and popping it into his mouth.

He giggles lightly to himself before holding out the jar to Leo. It's still smoking, even in the jar..............]

Go ahead!