It's pretty lucky, I'd say. I don't think I'd be able to remember any recipes for mass production from back home.

[ This isn't actually true, as it's more a matter of priority for Dark. He can figure out dead languages, high ancient magic, memorize gods and their spells, but for him to remember the ingredients to make himself food? Nope. That's a servant's job. ]

Shimmer ought to be shimmery, or else it's false advertising by the way. You can't just name your drug shimmer and it not shimmer.

[ Dark reaches to clap a hand over Silco's shoulder a couple of times. When he does, he realizes that Silco is little. ]