Turning around, Luther threw the bean into his mouth before he could stop him. He crunched down and instantly made a bitter face: "It's so bitter."
Regrettably, he'd already chewed it to bits. Unable to spit it out, he swallowed it down instead and complained: "Lord Nage, when did you collect these crappy beans? How could they be so awful?"
Negris didn't know what to say and asked apprehensively: "Apart from tasting awful, do you feel anything else?"
"Anything else? It's bitter, bitterly bitter," Luther replied, pulling a face.
"Anything else?" asked Negris.
Luther shook his head: "Nope."
"Here, come wipe your nose. You're nosebleeding," Negris pointed at Luther's nose and saw a trickle of blood seeping slowly from his right nostril.
Luther wiped it off, saw that it was indeed blood, and said without a care: "So I am bleeding. Been eating too good, probably got a little heaty."
"I think you're, like, running on empty," Negris blurted out.
