"I am not certain. Some sort of green....goo it seems. Perhaps smooshed...glow --" Tyrande's attempt at an explanation was cut off by Illoraen's giggles.

"Worms!!!" He started laughing and then clapped his hands, covered in worm gross, onto his father's face.

"Well...I suppose we have our answer then. He made paint from worms. How creative...also like his father I suppose." The amusement in her voice was evident and she tried to put a hand over her mouth to hide her smile. "Though I wonder how did you find the bugs...?"