Mikhail looked towards the sound when Stefan tapped on the pipe. Okay, so they were somewhere around there. That was a good start. “Medicinal herbs,” Mikhail mumbled as he placed his cane gently to rest on one of the pipes. He rolled up his sleeves with some difficulty, because when you were wearing layers absolutely nothing wanted to move. With tentative hands, he circled over a plant. He held a leaf between his fingers, turning it over to get a feel for it. It was waxy, and the sharp scent of green hit his nose and almost made him sneeze.<br/><br/>Instead of feeling up the plant more than he had to, he looked a bit ahead and saw that Stefan was actually picking the leaves. Right. Figuring he should get on that, he turned around and palmed a nearby table for a basket, his hand missing the target a few more times than he would have liked, and then turned around and returned to the plant that he had been examining. He tentatively picked off a tender leaf and dropped it into the basket after making sure that it was actually a leaf that he was gathering. Yes, he could definitely do this. He had never been in a hydroponic area, but he was finding it quite enjoyable so far. However, there was one thing that was just on the tip of his tongue, and he decided to let curiosity get the better of him.<br/><br/>“Do you mind me asking?” Mikhail murmured a bit sheepishly, just a second before Stefan removed his gloves. He hadn’t wanted to have asked right away lest the moment hadn’t actually happened yet. He found that he could change things about what was going to happen minutely if he intervened, and Mikhail found unpredictability scary. Additionally, unpredictability gave him one hell of a headache, his mind flashing through multiple outcomes at once, like watching a slow fading slide show. He plucked another leaf carefully, and it found its way into the basket when he let it go.