Lewis, surprisingly enough still holding the frozen mug, smirks as Abraxes speaks. Responding with a tone indicating that the Pixie knows something the half-Orc does not.

"I wouldn't be so sure about lacking men-O-arms if I were you, granola."

Taking a large gulp of the freezing Wizard Blizzard, and shivering with cold, Lewis gives Polliwopple a friendly smile.

"D-don't b-be sorry, most beans would be jumpy if people are after their fingers. At least if they are not Pixies or Trolls, from my experience."

The hippie-looking Pixie says, adding the last sentence in an anecdotal manner.