Second Stop~

A glare would be shot at Starling for his continued teasing, though it was a playful glare, a friendly one - inasmuch as a glare could be friendly. The glare would dissipate as he began giving her the information she desired, and she'd nod, repeating after him in a murmur each word. "Cielo, albero, erba, lupo, grazie." She'd also nod as he grabbed what she gnawed off, and explain the use of each; her head would tilt. "Wouldn't dried make it harder to chew, though?" she questioned, head tilting. "Also, you mentioned they flower first - are the flowers of any use?"

"Speech" "Language"