[Pyramid on a volcanic island]

Okay.

So.

We got problems already.

Problem one?

"The (flower) is wrong with my language?" Magdalene inquires indignantly. She's honestly not one hundred percent sure what the problem is. The only time anyone has ever said anything like that to her before was when kids were around and given that this is a molten hellscape it sure doesn't look like there any kids nearby. Maybe this cat-eared lady just doesn't like profanity?

Pfft.

Well, tough (rose).

Problem two?

"You didn't answer my question. You know if this slanty (cow parsnip) is Night stuff or have we got some other half-dead god laying around (flowering) things up? Because I've already got geared up for dealing with void and cold stuff but if this is, like, some kinda volcano (anise) then I should probably pick up some fire-resist."

C'mon catgirl these are important strategic questions. Get with the program.