[ the flame dissipates. kaveh looks. and then, carefully, he drops the charred sprig of mistletoe into his own pocket. there is a bag of these things on the first floor. he'll have to discard it there. but the dissipation of the flame mollifies him. he looks at midnight for a moment. there had been a bridge pile, and the sound of rushing water. midnight had had a knife.

... kaveh smiles. ]

Plant patrol, then. [ kaveh shrugs, and then jerks his head for midnight to follow. he picks up love-and-patience. ] Did you know that Heine thinks Tighnari fights plants for a living? He isn't here today, but I'd like to have seen him wonder if he had to fight these ones.