[ he gives clive a slightly guilty sideways glance at the insistence. well.. he supposes there's no reason not to here. they seem to have plenty of supplies in this place, so he doubts there's anyone that needs it more. they have no crisis to deal with right now, so if it leaves him drowsy or nauseous, he can just.. rest. ]

I'll do my best to remember it, [ he eventually concedes, gently peeling the tentacle off his neck and letting it wrap around his fingers instead. ] I refuse to eat a carrot, though, Clive. You cannot force me, they're disgusting.

[ give him every bitter medicinal concoction imaginable, but don't put one of those miserable vegetables in front of him, please and thank you. ]