"No, no Mrs S, it was a jest I doubt there's a creature living that would find fault with this fine repast"
"And if there was they wouldn't live for long" whispers Sir Thorns just loud enough for you and Father Tree to hear.
Father Tree has a fit of "Coughing"
You decide to make for safe conversational harbour.
"Tell me how does food like this come to be?" you ask
"With hard bloody work by myself and young Sally here and you better
The creature behind her gives a small curtsy
"Oh I do" you assure her "I'm just curious, I've never encountered the like before"
"Well perhaps the funny boys beside you can fill you in," she says with a dismissive snort, she turns to the Snake
Your companions are in the final stages of a giggling fit as you have another spoon of soup, you don't get the visuals but you do get the same sensations..
You look at the soup thoughtfully
Sir Thorns
"You genuinely want to know now don't you?"
You nod
"Okay here's your choices, the magical, you're in a fey court with some of the oldest being in creation, very simplistic story or I can give you a detailed, probably dull explanation of the science"