"Some other kind of head" rang as correct in Tear's mind, but still, the answer remained elusive. It was not until Renamon's contribution that the soldier found an inkling of possibility, of potential. "A river," she muttered, bringing a hand up to her chin in thought. "That makes sense. So if we were to rephrase our riddle... What would have a head and make you cry cutting it open?"

A straightforward question but none too easy to unravel. Things that had heads were close to limitless. Filtering out people or positions given and including things that could be cut, well, all she could come up with was the head of a cabbage or a lettuce. And from her experience in cooking, neither of those caused crying.

Another thing did, however.

Tear groaned, unexpectedly, and the hand at her chin slapped against her forehead. "That is completely--" Idiotic. With effort, she bit her tongue. It wouldn't do to offend the sphinx. "...Onion. The answer is an onion. It has a head, and it is known to cause tears when preparing them."