With a stupid name, he says, about a word that's a homophone for 'dear' and a collective noun.

[Come on Junpei, deer is an equally stupid word. Izunia pauses just to take a drink of the can of orange soda balanced next to him on the root.]

You say that as though a dream-haunted forest is the only place I'll pick up food. At least I'm not trying to eat the unfamiliar mushrooms, unlike some people.