One Man's Trash... [Peregrine]

Peregrine had forgotten how utterly unpleasant this rotten weed was. She was quick in her ministrations, and Tsiry joined in with her efforts. She attempted to summon every last bit of knowledge she'd collected about the herb so far. She tried for discretion in her leaf selection, leaving the frail behind in favor for more valuable stalks. Every now and then she would carefully grab a young shoot between her toes and tug, capturing as much of the root system as she could. It was a delicate process and she was too afraid to keep track of how many she broke or mangled for each that she obtained. Tsiry had a much easier time of it, what with her nimble digits. She gave Pere many a satisfied smirk while watching her friend struggle.

Mags asked about her bag before long, like most did, and she smiled. "Its not the first I've found, but they're easy to lose. Or, you know, get jumped for." She let out a dry chuckle. "I found this one in a cairn of some sort. Well, technically I found Tsiry who found it, and she traded it for a ferry service." The chuckle that followed this one was much more sincere. She tried to give the prosimian a warm, cheesy smile but she only waved her away. Returning her mind to the problem at hand, Pere wondered the best way to preserve the stalks she meant to offer. A flat rock did wonders, she supposed. If she found some wild grape the small tendrils could be used to bind the bundles afterwards. Perhaps that would be her next step.