The Floodlands Jackpot

oh!

he felt embarrassed, all too keen to move along to other plants. the berries themselves were not bad, it was what they attracted.

while she rooted something out, he observed some of the yarrow she had pointed out. only to hear her voice chip out with something. a word he was struggling to grasp, that she was too. although whatever it had been was tossed aside in favor of directness.

piss a lot.

seemed like a petty poison! he imagined giving them to somebody one did not like would be comical at best. he wondered what they could be paired with.

hey, he offered a bit casually. where did you learn this?

perhaps if it was a nearby place, he could strike a deal.