Robin flashed a grin at Rukia. Then she looked over her shoulder, at Graham, and she nodded for a moment. He raised a fine point.

"He appears to be made of some confectionary," Robin said. "I heard of it, in a couple of texts..." She meant cookbooks. But texts sounded more important. Then, though, her eyes widened. "...that's it! Rukia, Graham! We need to cook it!"

It made sense to her.