"Pleasant," opines Benedict, taking the book.

"Vlast told about mushrooms from his home world," he muses, looking between the illustrations to compare them to what's in front of them, "apparently they walk around. Maybe they can talk, too, and tell you whether they want to kill you or not."

Apparently you can trip balls on them, which is ideal, but isn't that also murder? Not relevant.

"I think," he concludes, after a pause, "it's probably best not to take the chance. Or... have a necromancer handy, if you really have to try it."