Oh, ashwinders? Mo actually glanced around like the ashy little bits of dirty on the ground might have been/still were/could become ashwinders. No luck? No fair. He gave the professor a broad grin at her approval of his answer, and also because she appeared to appreciate acromantulas like he did.

Giant spiders? Who didn't love THAT?

Mo raised his hand at her question. "Ashwinders are born from magical fires, but they have really short lives. They only live an hour before turning into little piles of ash and cinders. That's sad... can you even do much living in an hour? I mean, some people don't live properly in about 90 years, so how much living can you really fit into an hour?" And now... he sort of wanted to figure it out. Fit as many awesome things into one hour as possible.

Also... he glanced at Tag. "And I think the eggs have to be frozen on account of being so hot. You can't use them otherwise."