Blackfoot Forest "have you heard that Netherfield Park is let at last?"

Aaron smiled to the girl as she arrived, his tail wagging slowly. "Creeping Plox," he informed her, sniffing them again with interest. "Have you never heard of them?" the man then asked, settling in front of her as she leaned against the tree. The girl was quite lovely, and he made duel note of her interest in the flowers. She did seem to be an aspiring botanist, which was good. He tilted his head as he awaited an answer, his tail thumping against the ground. He was by no means a seasoned botanist, but he did know a good bit about this plant in particular. He hoped she'd ask to hear more.