Look, potatoes are incredibly important when you happen to grow up with basically nothing. Because they're filling. And cheap. And pretty much a huge chunk of what you'll feed small dwarven children and they will still be stupendously attached to them after all these years because that's what they shoved at you to shut you up when you were whining about how hungry you were. Or how cold you were. Sometimes how ill. Generally it was feeding you.

"Go find a doglord, could do with a few less of them knocking about, or some of the Orlesians. Happen to know of sixteen off the top of my head no one would miss if they just suddenly were missing their heads." Actually that number is closer to six but you just sort of exaggerate it with Orlesians before he looks thoughtfully (mournfully) at the potato. "Or missing an eye I s'pose. Can't make a chip with a hole in it, unless you're into some weird things. Like Orlesians."

Also to be noted: Yngvi is dirtier than that potato. That potato has probably seen a wash once this year. Yngvi has been rained and snowed on, that's all.