"Flesh sacrifices are advanced High Magic. You wanted basic."

And this is, most certainly, a very basic offering.

When Michael looks at the puff of a dandelion in his hand, he thinks of those he's met in Abraxas. He's sure Claire would have a thing or two to say about the nutritional value of the plant; maybe something about its use in teas.

He glances between Lucifer's hand and face a moment, deciding if there's genuine sentiment behind the selection or if his brother means to offer an old god a weed. There might be a double meaning to the gesture, but he's quick to decide it's real enough. Lucifer does like nature. He's probably offended on the dandelion's behalf that it's been widely dubbed a weed in the first place.

"It'll do. The quality of an offering is in whether or not you believe it's worthy rather than its intrinsic value, remember that. Now put it in the bowl."

He motions at the stone offering bowl atop the altar he summoned to replace the table a few minutes ago.