The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian – A single drop of Adam’s blood, and not one drop more! I’m willing to suspend my disbelief for a talking mouse with a sword, but when said mouse slashes said sword across your throat, there ought to be some blood. Rightfully, that mouse’s biggest problem at the end should have been that he was so caked with others’ blood that he couldn’t move. I will compromise: I’ll lower my expectations of blood to a simple puddle of blood here and there if you will grant me that living creatures actually have something running in their veins.
And I wonder: in a world where animals talk and trees are sentient, and said creatures are allies of the humans, why would anything ever be made of wood or leather? Even if they allow their stock to die of natural causes before working it into clothing and tools, it’s got to be socially awkward. For the record, I never want to attend a party and find that the divan is made of my grandmother.