Krem, who had been trailing a few steps behind Bull and came up behind him as he scooped Dorian up, cocked a brow vaguely but didn't say anything for a moment. His shirt had gotten sacrificed to cleaning both him and Bull up at the rings, and he sort of self-consciously smoothed down his binder.

"Yes, plural," he said. "Big ones and less big ones. Made an excellent crunching noise when they were crushed."