Big Salmon Lake I saw fireworks from the freeway

Zesty? Hmm. Toad imagined a raspberry. Those seemed pretty zesty. She continued to sniff, but whatever type of zesty she was looking for was not anything she could really pick out. She realized then that people who specialized in herbs and finding them and doing things with them were in many ways far more talented than she. Animals were obvious. They were big, and stinky, and they left behind obvious signs of their existence. For some reason, Toad had sort of always assumed that collecting herbs was an easy job because herbs didn't run away.

That's it! Toad inhaled. Ooh, maybe! She could smell mud, and flowers, and leaf litter, and rain, and.. nope.
She was immediately impressed.

Lane seemed nice, though focused on her task. Toad did her best to continue sniffing at the air, trying to pinpoint the source of the comf...comfra. Comfrey! Oooh, yes it is. It has its charm all year round, but the fireflies really do make it special on warm summer nights, she echoed, following alongside Lane like an apprentice of herbology.