[France sighs heavily.]

It really isn't the worst thing that this place has ever done to us.

[That would be the soul-stealing thing. France will never, ever forgive this place for that.]

[He eyes the pile of stones and Litwicks, more thoughtful now.]

So is this what you eat regularly back home? What does it taste like? Do you mine these, or are -

[He pauses, clearly restructuring his inquiry very quickly.]

Do I want to know what they're made of?