"No, sorry." Sam seems amused by that. "There are some that turn your mouth dark purple, but I don't have any of those." There are also some incredibly spicy ones, but he's kind of glad he doesn't have any of those either. Still holding Lir with one arm, he gets out a large bowl from a cabinet.

"If you want to give some to Lir here, try using this. They're a bit big for a mortar and pestle."