Rapunzel evinces no desire to go anywhere until the sun sets and it gets chilly, at which time she sings enough to have her hair light their way back indoors and to dinner.

"Yeah, me too. Maybe my parents will say it's all right for you to carry it around. If you want to carry it around."

"I hope so!"

Her hair goes out. Back to crooning arbitrary notes.

It's really cute how she can do that. He can't send this observation to her via plant, but perhaps she will deduce it from the Smile.

She may have an inkling.

Oh good!

Rolan wishes he had the plant, so he could transmit his observation of this observation discreetly to Rapunzel.

As it is, she is quite oblivious!

On this occasion, Ranae is the last of the royal family to appear at the meal. When she is there the covers come off the platters.

"So, um - today - I found out that most people don't know how to identify magic plants, but I do," says Rapunzel. "You just have to taste them a little and then you'll know what they do. The gardener and I figured out all the ones in the garden."

"Oh, really? What do they do?"

"Well, there's one that braids her hair," Rolan puts in. "And one that lets someone send their thoughts to another person, which we might like to borrow - it's very portable - because it makes it easier for me to explain complicated things to her."

"It's the hanging moss one that does that, it wouldn't even need to be potted to be moved around," says Rapunzel earnestly. "And you already know about the fruit tree and the root, the gardener said. The bush sings, and the creeper will hold things you give it."

"You figured all this out by tasting them?"

"Mm-hm. I thought everyone knew that, that's a lot of why I was so surprised when I heard that the entire -" she gestures at her hair - "flower had been eaten."

"Well, maybe if you tell lots of people, it will ensure the safety of future flowers."

"And people will be able to use useful plants when they find them. They should be sure the plants are magic, first, though, there are some poisonous ones that will hurt you even if it's only a little taste."

"Of course."

"And are there any equally simple ways to tell that a plant is magic, or is 'well it doesn't look like anything else around here' still the best method available?"

"That's basically it, if it doesn't look or act like any other local species. Sometimes that's more obvious than having the wrong number of lobes on its leaves, though, sometimes they bloom or are in leaf out of season or are odd colors or whatever."

Lacking anything else to say about magic plants, Rolan turns his attention to the food, which is as amazing as it was that morning.

"Would it be okay if Rolan sort of adopted the moss?"