[Davrin says something under his breath that's... more than likely a curse. The kind of word you probably shouldn't say around people Roxas' age.]

Yeah. Of course there are...

[Of course there's spines. He has to ease the bigger one back down, gently. Pulling it straight out isn't an option then.]

Okay. Going to need a hand with this. We treat it like a giant porcupine quill. Twist - then pull.