Still smiling fit to burst, Moon heads off, Tartare flying after her. She chatters a mile a minute as she walks.

"Tartare wouldn't mind if teeth were mixed in with his blood, 'cause he'd just dissolve them like everything else he eats? But, I dunno, it kind of feels like a waste to just let them go like that? So I thought I'd pick them out and give them to the lost and found."