Sun Mote Copse Be Bahia.

Towhee was pretty sure it was a bird too, though she didn't bother interjecting. She was enjoying Weejay's passion, which evidently included the color purple. The Regent's head tilted, trying to remember if she'd seen a flower matching her niece's description. Surely she had, though she couldn't honestly remember. She really wasn't one to stop and smell the flowers, as it were.

"So you like yellow birds and purple flowers," Towhee mused. "How come you can't eat larkspurs? Do they taste bad? Or are they poisonous?" she wondered in the very next breath, already wondering if she could tie toxic plants into Weejay's battle training somehow.