I don't know half of the things you are doing in your workshop, and that's being overly optimistic already, but you know I always want to hear about it.

[This is not a criticism. Just an honest assessment of fact. Mara cannot possibly keep track of all the projects his friend is involved in. Even fewer of those he understands.]

I am flattered by your faith in my gardening skills, but no. I brought it from my last visit to the Feywilds.

[How he found it is another matter. Or how it was cultivated. Given it's him, there's inevitably blood involved.]