[ There's a poorly muffled laugh at how fast Therion answers that by saying Cyrus being here would be the worst in not so many words. When the new plant's held his way he looks at it for a second then to Therion, only to squint when the sun decides to take that exact moment to shine in his face and make investigating it difficult. ]

Are you sayin' that if he knew about some all powerful goat knife you wouldn't wanna know about it? Maybe it's the prize for winnin' the race.

[ Truthfully: he knows Therion is right, that the reality is Cyrus would trap them into one of his incredibly long-winded lectures. Something he hadn't always minded when it came to other topics in whatever crossed the scholar's mind since it made walking go by a little quicker. Most of the time. Having one on All Things Goat probably wouldn't inspire their goat to do anything except stare at both of them as it is where it's standing when he glances over to it momentarily.

Leaning forward with the already collected blooms in one hand Alfyn reaches with the other to examine the leaves of what Therion's holding out, then shakes his head. ]

If these are anything like the ones back home, see those notches there? [ With a clarifying point to the leaves' divots on what he means, ] That means this one's not poisonous, but it'll upset our racer's stomach here and I don't think that'll go over well. And don't eat it yourself either, if you were thinkin' about it.

[ Of course, that relies on the similarities meaning something which skirts a little too close to what he's avoiding thinking about as he tosses a bloom the goat's direction. The goat ambles up another few steps to eat it in what he's going to consider another point in favor of the plan. ]

Maybe we should wish for Ophilia instead. I think she'd have better luck with this than either of us.