"Probably." his reply was more of a question than a statement. The smell of the herbs put a faint smile on his face. He stared intently at the group and carefully picked up one that had the tiniest yellow flowers among its thin wispy needle like leaves. "Dill?" he mumbled while inhaling deeply.<br/>"Oh, we should have a compost bin, I believe." A place this big was bound to have one, but Angel coudn't remember where it was.  "Maybe check near the garden shed or by the gate that leads to the pond."