"Hey, look at this!" Derron has found a totally intact jar with the lid still tightly on it.

"Need help opening that?"

"No, I can open it, I'm just amazed it's still sealed!" Once everyone has had a moment to ooh and aah over the hardiness of the jar, he takes the lid off with a small popping sound. It proves to be filled with honey.

"Gonna eat it or put it in a museum?"

"I'm thinking a little of the former and mostly the latter. Want a taste?"

"Sure." Nom.

Everybody has a bit! It tastes indistinguishable from the stuff you can get brand new in Pinehedge, and slightly different from what Cayra is used to. Then Derron puts the lid back on and packs it up carefully.

"Pretty tasty."

"Is this a thing where you come from? I know you mentioned using flowers to communicate, but I don't know if you have bees or what."

"We have bees, and honey."

"Speaking of the communication flowers, are they otherwise like regular plants? I mean, do they need sunlight and fertilizer and eventually grow fruits and so forth?"

"They're like normal flowers if nobody's tending them but people who know enough flower magic can make them do without sunlight and fertilizer and stop them from going to seed until they want flower seeds."

"Are there a lot of different kinds of communication flowers, or just the one? Does the flower magic have mental consequences too?"

"There's blue ones for stuff you say and green ones for stuff you know, and yes, learning flower magic is like any other kind of magic."

"Stuff you say versus stuff you know? I'm afraid I don't know what you're saying."

"...like you learn magic on green flowers but talk to people on blue ones."

"You mean the flowers aren't written explanations of the magic, it just . . . goes into your head directly?"

"The green ones are a little bit like that but the blue ones are writing and pictures."

"How big are these flowers, if they can fit decent-sized pictures? I haven't seen flowers bigger than this before." She holds up two fingers about four inches apart.

"- they aren't that big. You get close to the flower and use it to see the writing, you don't see the writing on the flower, the seeing is in your head."

"That sounds . . . bizzare. What's that like?"

"It's like I said, I don't know what else to explain!"

"Well, can you see the contents of the flowers and the environment around you at the same time, or are they on top of each other, or does the flower information replace what your eyes are seeing entirely?"

"It depends how you do it. Everybody learns enough flower magic to change that."

"Fascinating. What are the mental effects of flower magic in particular?"