The Nightfury looks up at the door, tracking his eyes over it and the guesses that litter its surface. That none of these Vikings have the answer yet is a frustration. But at least the Reals haven't solved it yet, either. Small consolation, but a consolation nonetheless.

Toothless approaches from the side, sniffing at the tub and wondering why this hasn't occurred to him yet. But he prefers his flesh to still be alive, of course, when he dines on Vikings.

He looks to Fuminori again, wondering if the other Vikings know about his preferences.