"Ah, that was you doing that Koishi. I thought it was queer how see-saw my passions were in here." Truthfully "Ted talks" like those weren't uncommon, but they were usually inflicted upon worthier targets than desserts, however out of place. "Just trying to make fun of something so unusual." Ted was sheepish, mostly due to relativity. When one like Koishi gives you funny looks, you've probably gone too far. "Still, please ask permission before administering your peculiar brand of calm-down juice. It's unsettling, being forcefully settled. If that makes any sense." He took a look around. "Not much does in this place. But no, let's continue. Leaving now would be just as bad as defeat, and we'll have none of it."

The next room might prove Ted to have spoken too soon.

There it was. The potion. A long, lavish hallway, with it sitting on the grandest pedestal so far. There could be no mistake. It was the elixir of life. Naturally, it was guarded by two fearsome monsters. Slogra, a seven-foot bony bird creature with a sharper beak, wielding a sharper spear, and Gaibon, the equally large but thicker fire-breathing gargoyle. It was technically a 2-on-2, but somehow Ted was less than comfortable with those odds. Worst of all, Ted had gone through the entire castle without once consuming any of his supplies from the Rabbit's Foot. Alas, these monsters were too many and varied for him.

"Shall we seperate, or be as one? If the former, I suggest the bird thing. Flying's more your specialty."