far from perfect

"Not at all," he invited with a sweep of his tail, as she gestured to the fern beside his rock. It was an ordinary fern and had not medicinal properties whatsoever. But she was trusting, if not entirely gullible, and she believed him without question. How delightful. "I can show you a couple others that grow near the river," he offered in his velvet voice, coupled with a small smile that painted him in a harmless, perhaps even charming light.