Ch-ch-cherry, no Lemon Balm

She walked alongside her father, and listened as he spoke. She leaned into his muzzle, feeling nothing but affection for her parents. “it has been real hot, that's why I like the rapids.” she agreed, hunting salamanders and swimming in the quieter sections of the rapids where part of her favorite routines.

“So you can use different plants to do the same thing?” she clarified, interested in the idea. She was just starting to learn more about herbs, and was building a garden with Epitaph too. “No, what’s a violet daddy?” she wanted to know. “What plant is it similar to?” she would also ask, getting the gist of where he was going with this. If he wanted her to learn about summer plants that could do the same thing, then this violet must do the same thing as a plant she already knew, right?