"I probably did sometime, yeah?" Jamie gives another dispirited shrug. He's starting to feel thoroughly incompetent. "I didn't really keep track of stuff like that, I guess."

The fungus glows a little when Daedalus taps at it, though in a more subdued fashion than when Jamie had brushed the growth on his face. He watches with mixed fascination and concern; this would be sort of cool if it wasn't happening to him.

He chews his lip a little, considering this question about the team leader. "Once it sort of looked like he was standing under the tree the fruit came from and it was raining clouds of glitter on him," he says. "But that was after I'd had five or six melons, so...I don't even know if that actually happened or I was just imagining it." Pretty much everything had looked sparkly and swirly and vividly-colored after he'd gorged himself on the LSD melons. Freaked-out teenagers don't make very reliable witnesses, unfortunately.