"Why eat something that tastes bad to begin with?" Mayaka arches an eyebrow at the Litwick, failing to understand her logic. At least if it was surprisingly tasty, she'd be more willing to close an eye on this questionable source of food.

And seeing how Catrina is eyeing the pinecone, the Sneasel hands it over to the candle wordlessly, even though a judging expression is clear as day on her face.