[Lyn grimaces.] My lusus used to bring me hopbeasts and squeakbeasts and stuff, but I was a lot older than this wriggler is back then. I don't even remember far back enough to know what I ate when I was this little... [He looks down at the wriggler, who's settled himself under a fold of Lyn's shirt like a makeshift blanket and looks fairly at peace with the world, blinking slowly up at them.] But, uh, yeah, I don't think we're doing fish vomit. I think that might've been a lusus-specific thing.

...we should probably get him in the ablution trap or something, though; he looks like he's been rolling around in the dirt. Can't even tell what caste he is. [Not that Lyn particularly cares - caste has never been a big thing for him, and even less so ever since his relationship with Komesh became a thing - but he's admittedly curious.]