"One, I'm a troll." Despite not looking like one, apparently. She's gotten that like a lot. It's almost insulting that most species that bear the troll name are dumb as rocks in addition to being almost universally violent louts.

Tyzias sweeps up her study materials into apparently nowhere, grunting with the effort. "Two... eh, kinda? Most of the food back home was. Er." Literal actual babies. "More nutritious than the stuff they have here." Because humans don't serve their young on a platter as a grim reminder to the rest of the population of what will happen to them should they fail in their caste duties. "So I make up for quality with quantity."