"Eh, he's fine. Got a toaster but he can't figure out what you put in it to make bread. Flour didn't work. What's Kosher mean? I told him to try that weird salt with the flour and some butter." Fred frowned at the stolen bottle, but picked up the swollen puff instead of handing it back. The thing was as big as his hand.
"How'sat happen then," He asked the pygmy puff. "You ate something back here you weren't supposed to, didn't you?