"That's good. I wouldn't want one of my best allies to get a higgledy tummy ache, heh." Bambosh doesn't react to that, but there's a cognizance there - it begins to speak in its strange language again, though Roland cannot understand it at all. That was more Evan's territory.

"And they can. But not for nourishment. They eat to get stronger. Get tougher. I believe this one has a taste for - " Roland pauses, finger under his chin before he answers, though a little uncertain. "- Hot peppers. Or peppers of any kind. Right...?" As he looks down at Bambosh, he just stares up at him with a hiiiiig.... steaming out of him. Whether or not that was affirmation or not, would be left to mystery.