You'd think that, wouldn't you? But as it turns out, children are terrifying little monsters who think dismemberment is hilarious because they have no concept of death yet.

[How he obtained this information on human children, Balthazar is not volunteering. Maybe he tried to babysit or something.

He pulls a bottle off the shelf, looks it over, then puts it back and selects another.] But anyway, a lot of human foods are like that. What they look like, the color and texture and composition, somehow matter as much as the nutritional value, or more. Imagine having so much creative energy as a species that you can waste it making ice cream clowns.

I'm a bit envious in that respect.