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Thankfully, nothing he'd gathered is toxic; he winces a little nonetheless when she eats one of the petals. Hey— Before he can finish, she's picking up the lavender, and his heart melts a little. Okay, that's cute. He sighs, immediately folding. He can always take her back in a few minutes— there's nothing wrong with a bit of curiosity.
Lavender, He tells her, knowing full well the information will not stick. It's pretty, isn't it? Calming. And that— He reaches to nudge some of the fallen marigold towards her with his paw. Is marigold. Not too good for eating. The advice comes with no small amount of amusement— he figures she can't really tell he's making fun of her, so it's fine.