A...miracle. *Yeah, he's...fairly certain this is some sort of drug just from the way Gamzee's behaving and talking about it, but those things are almost literally as old as humanity. Enoch's no stranger to the idea, nor is he necessarily opposed in any moral sense(as such moral sense hadn't really developed yet beyond the practical knowledge that it could interfere in life if abused) - it was just hard to work or fight under their influence, so he rarely had any.*

It's generous of you to share it. *And he's...going to try to eat it. He'll succeed in keeping it down if the texture or flavor disagree with him, considering he's had to resort to a few unpleasant survivalist extremes in his lifetime...*