"Yeah, sure...With lava. Not, whatever this is." A lava equivalent? The pebble is ignored and this time Roland returns after a quick trip with a stick, short and stout with leaves branching off to its side. He crouches down next to Tidus, careful not to hurt his knees against the ground, and starts poking the substance with the sharpest end. He moves it around, like mixing something in a pot, twirling it eventually, the substance dripping down slow and sticky as he lifts the stick a few inches up.

"Huh. It's like candy. Melted candy. Or tree sap." It looks like it, that's for sure. He turns his head to look at Tidus, handing him the stick with the substance. "I don't know what to make of it, or if it's safe to even touch. Do we want to risk it?"