herbalism 101

[impetuous_force]

Bella's driving home from Olympic National Park, herbs all wrapped up in paper and stashed in a Macy's bag on the driver's seat. Ho hum. She doesn't need most of them; she's going to dry them and take them home to Phoenix where she can trade them for equally nonindigenous-to-the-Southwest botanicals. The perks of being a child of divorce.

Comments

[princeofsalem]

"Gray cliff dwarf-primrose? Little pink flowers."

[impetuous_force]

"Oh, those. You find any?"

[princeofsalem]

"Plenty, thanks."

[impetuous_force]

"Can I ask what it's for?"

[princeofsalem]

"I'd rather you didn't."

[impetuous_force]

Bella doesn't make a fuss about it.

"We'll be at your hotel in like five minutes," she says, when they pass a relevant sign.

[princeofsalem]

"Awesome, thanks," Neville says. "I guess I'll have to find a tow truck or something tomorrow."