"And following after a trail of breadcrumbs is living?"

Whatever. He wasn't the least bit convinced. In fact he was beginning to feel the strongest urge to track down an actual Rose, the plant not the girl, and give it a good snarling at. Talking to plants, brilliant idea really, it was a wonderful way of working out life's frustrations.

"Chasing breadcrumbs didn't work out so well for Hansel and Gretel, but don't let me stop you."

He stood and jammed his hands down into his pockets, preparing to slick away... as you do when you are a snake with troubles.