For lack of being good at things like heavy lifting, mucking about with the herb gardens had become one of Waver's new jobs. Most days it meant playing in dirt and removing things, but for the past two or three days it has meant putting things in ground.

There were, now, a few plants that had no space available to them in the beds. Culinary herbs rather than ones used for potions, which had given him an idea on where a new home for them might be found. Carefully putting the four stragglers into a small crate to make it easier to carry them about, he headed towards where most of the cooking was happening for the group.

"I have a stupid question that requires an answer."