May
She looks over as Dovie spins around, then smiles. Seems they hit on something he legitimately enjoys. "Never had a primrose salad. How do you make it?" Keeping that line going and as he skips over her question, she nods. Things move on. "My Mum had a little spice garden but that was about it. Just something to use for fresh herbs, or to save up for colder months."

She smiles and then pauses as she looks at Dovie before chuckling. "Honestly? I learned a lot about it when I took an interest in healing work. Plants can be used as medicine often, and treat many things. It was useful when I couldn't really *Do* Anything with magic. Aloe for burns. A poultice for swelling. Those sorts of things got me a head start in it all."

She paused then looked at him. "What sort of things do you know about medicine and plants though?"
Ann
"You'd make it like any regular ol' salad! You'd get some freshly picked spinach leaves, some fresh sprigs of mint, a few wild strawberries, combine and toss that in oil and vinegar. Then finally top it off with some primrose flowers." Dovie reminisced how fulfilled he felt when creating such an appetizer. 

"Oh, if you formally studied medicinal plants then you must know more than me. I only know what my," He corrected himself, "-others have taught me. Things to treat common chamomile for headaches and sage to treat colds." 

He walked over to and probed the stairs to the terreplein with his feet, "Do you think it's still sturdy enough for us to go up?"
Sheri
She listens as he describes the salad, smiling. "I'll need to remember that honestly. My Mom liked salads a lot. I didn't as often but sometimes," She admits, rubbing her neck. Sometimes she imagined being a Naga was part of why she was so includes towards being a carnivore.

"Formally? No, most everything I know is self taught. I did get to read though and not many folks did around there so that helped me a lot." She did not though as he spoke, then paused, looking at the stairs.

Exhaling she flexes her hand and then shakes it out when nothing happens. Slowly scales of blue, green and grey begin to spread over her skin. "I can find out. If I fall, it won't hurt so badly."
Ann
Dovie looks up to the terreplein and judges how much it could hurt to fall up from the perspective of a normal macen. He looks back at Cynthia's scaled tail, "I would hope so".

He takes a few steps back to let Cynthia go up if the stairs if she wanted and for the off chance that the terreplein would collaspe. "I can't catch you if you fall, but we're both healers. We'll figure something out," He laughs. "But if it feels shaky, just come on down."