Lion Head Mesa fucked around and got attached to you

Mountain-laurel, water hemlock, yucca. Disa filed them away carefully. Her mind was a steel trap for this sort of information; as a human toddler, she would have been very into dinosaurs or trains.

Of the green or its psychoactive friends, she said nothing more.

"I will find them. And also a husband." OK? Weird aside?  "Do you know good plants?" the botanist-in-training pressed. There was a garden to be established by the lake, outside Verapaz territory, and Disa was not keen on anyone pilfering her poisons.