Big Salmon Lake yodel-ay-hee-hoo

"my mother use to threaten to bathe me in catnip when i misbehaved as a child" he started, a shiver running down his spine at the memories of her stone cold eyes chasing him down in his youth. "and where i grew up, there were quite a few mountain lions."

unfortunately for the stranger before him now, catnip was about his only experience with herbs. "afraid that's the only one i know of though" he answered with a shrug. perhaps when the flowers bloomed, they'd be a better option.