[On the one hand, Dave laughing is probably one of the better things about this place? On the other hand, he's snickering a little at Rose's quip even as he's holding onto the brain still and squishing it just a little. Gross.]

So does that mean I'm holding a copy of Dave's brain? [Haha. Still, he's concentrating...and suddenly we have a brain covered in little woven-in lace flowers that smell like apples and the countryside. Here, catch, Strider. He tosses it to Dave before wiping his hand on the sand.] It looks like this really is alchemizing without an Alchemiter. And I think the magic stayed after fusing?