"Hah, no! It's not real gunpowder, dear," Anzu says. "The leaves are merely rolled up into pellets, rather than left unfolded. It's lightly smoked, too, most often."
He shakes his head, as if to shake off a reverie.
"But mind not all of that, right this moment," he says, briskly. "Thou hast the right of it, it's like as not this is a known malady. At least, ah. I hope so."
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"Hah, no! It's not real gunpowder, dear," Anzu says. "The leaves are merely rolled up into pellets, rather than left unfolded. It's lightly smoked, too, most often."
He shakes his head, as if to shake off a reverie.
"But mind not all of that, right this moment," he says, briskly. "Thou hast the right of it, it's like as not this is a known malady. At least, ah. I hope so."