Sun Mote Copse when it rains, it pours

"Aye," she agreed with his assessment about the flower's aesthetic. He guessed that it was a yellow lily and Sugar nodded. "Yellow lily," she murmured, as if filing that away in a catalog in the back of her mind. She plucked up the dewy bloom and set it aside, between the upthrust roots of a nearby oak, intending to come back and collect it later.

She then turned back to her elder brother and looked up at him expectantly, blinking away the misty drizzle as she told him, "Okay, let's find Weejay."