The Heartwood You Got That, Kitten? [m]

Herb-hunting? Now that sounded like something he could partake in. Seeing as he knew next to diddly-squat himself... maybe they could do a little experimenting together. Kill each other all romantic like and let whoever came across their half-rotting corpses write up some fancy story about forbidden lovers. Nah. That'd probably been done before.

He snorted. "You have no idea." Half the time he just snagged something and hoped it worked. So far, so good. He'd figure it all eventually. Learn a few more real things here and there. Wrangle up a few stubborn and frustrating females and cow them into letting him work his healer magic. Pfft. Piece of cake. 

"Also looking for herbs," he bull shitted. Like... He totally could have been doing that if his eyes had been more on the ground than the sky. "Saw a mushroom over there." Another lie. "Wanna try 'em? I'll pitch a tent and you can ride on down to the love shack." He was down.