[Wow, Eustace, is this not a joint effort? He can't do everything. Fortunately, sigh or otherwise, it looks like the stalks are no match for Eustace, and Balthus gives a nod of approval as he watches with his arms folded in front of him. Nicely done!]

I'm beginning to think it's probably best not to be too worried about the laws of physics around here. We've been through enough of these dreamscapes now, right? Logic is kind of flexible.

[Which is putting it mildly, honestly.]

Lots of material from one stalk, though— if we cut into the others, we'll have tons. Luckily there's two of us to carry it all back, yeah?