lick it once, shame on you

Daemon froze mid-reach as an adult shouted for him to stop. Tilting his head rather than pulling back, tongue still between his teeth, he looked up at an angle to the adult as he bounded up. His half-lidded eyes were supremely unconcerned at the adult's warning, though he seemed to digest the words, rolling them over in his mouth before tilting his head back to the mushroom. His paw continued to hover over the mushroom a moment before he set it on the ground instead. "I thought they might be," he said indifferently, then added with a distant sort of curiosity, "What do they do? What if I did touch one? What if someone ate one?"