"Wherever the closest food is," Spirit answered. "I couldn't tell you which direction that is, but if we start walking away from the gate we're bound to find something." At that, he lowered his head to the city streets, grasping a shiny, gold dandelion 'growing' from the cracks between the cobblestones in his teeth and yanking it out of the ground. He then looked expectantly at Kit, the flower's cloth stem and roots dangling from his mouth.