"There are worse things you could put in your mouth," Killian pointed out helpfully, with a little wink. "Better things too, of course." So all in all, it wasn't too terrible? Made him really want to saunter over to the lemonade stream again and wash down this mushroom with something sweet - but it seemed like such a long walk...
So he sat in the grass right there, muscles just loosening like a puppet with cut strings, and he settled there in a jangle of leather-clad limbs. "I've no idea how long it usually takes but the grass is nice here anyway - " He pressed down on it with his hand, fascinated with how cushiony it was - springy. Boingy. A gentle tickle. "You can make angels here," he added, lying on his back to look up at the sky. "And watch the clouds."