John kept an eye on his Mana Protection. Once it reached maximum capacity, they would enter the battlefield again. Standard safety procedures, and all of that.
"I want more of these," Sylph whined, eating what John had told her to be the last gummy bear. He felt like this day was the opening of Pandora's cookie jar for a future sweet addiction for Sylph.
"What's so great about this stuff anyway?" Salamander asked. She had tried a gummy bear herself, but hadn't found it particularly to her liking. From the slime lady at John's side (actually more on John's side, she was feeling lazy/affectionate and had attached herself to him for the time being) came support for that question.
"They are sweet and sugary and woah!" Sylph said, "Gnome, you explain!"
The earth spirit, hand in the bowl, was startled as everyone's attention shifted to her. "I, uhm, they are, like, tasty?" she stammered.
"Gnome doesn't count, she is heavy," Salamander waved it off.
