"And I'm not even one of the pretty builds," Thrust says with a chuckle, then reaches into what was, in a former life, a toaster oven.

With enough raw material, he'd end up with an energon cube the height of the oven; with only a handful of grass, he's got barely an energon chip, just a little glassy (well, it looks glassy, it's filled with liquid, though, held in place by a sort of self-sustaining force field) bit of clear pale lavendar matter, coruscating gently. It's still got the faintest tinge of pink to what should be blue-white... but it's a definite improvement over the stuff Thrust has gotten before. "Not bad."