Sina was delighted by his eagerness, and smiled at him from behind her teacup as she sipped from it. "Taters?" she asked, presumably knowing what potatoes were, but never having heard them referred to that way.
Her smile widened as he made his confession. "Me too," she said softly, "...the useless ones, that can't be put in a tea or a salve." The admission made her blush a little-- she'd never been in one place long enough to set up a proper garden with the clan, and there was certainly no use for flowers whose job was to look pretty. She leaned towards him, conspiratorially. "In a few years, if I do it right, the gazebo will be covered in wisteria."