“That’s because you’ve been used to filling your stomach with gross food,” the goblin stated sagely; “you’ll get over that condition after you’ve lived on tablets and pellets a month or two.”
“A month or two!” the lad groaned. “Oh, dear!”
“You haven’t had anything to drink,” Fitz remarked, smiling brightly. “Take this pellet.”
“What is it?”
“A water pellet. It contains a pint of water.”
“That teenty-weenty thing?”
“Yes.”
“Oh, nonsense!”
“It does.”