"Oh! oh!" Guy said excitedly, though he still kept his voice hushed low. His eyes went wide with the kind of curiosity and wonder that usually only small children had. "Hawkeye told me about those. The little, the thingies? The tiny things. He said that's what gets in cuts and makes them get gross so you get sick. So those same things make you sick if you eat them, huh."

He nodded to himself slowly.

"That makes all kinds of sense."

Maybe that was why spoiled food was bad. Maybe it had those things in it! The corner of his mouth quirked at his sudden, new understanding of the universe.

"I'm Guy," he said, introducing himself since she'd done it. "Guy Crood."