[Envy doesn't look even a little intimidated by the looming as he looks up at JW. Just try it, tall guy. :)]

Hey, you weren't random, you were like me at the time! I was sharing a valuable resource.

Word you're looking for is "alchemist", but I didn't make them myself. Santa gives 'em to me sometimes.

[This is actually true. Envy only knows "Santa" as "the real magical man that literally brings them shit at Christmas" and has no context for how ridiculous this sounds.]

If it makes you feel better, they go back to my drawer after those weekends even if they get eaten. All the poor little souls are safe and sound.