He started, still not quite accustomed to their mistress sneaking up on them, but Gregory managed to recover and more or less look dignified as he bowed.<br/><br/>The truth was, he wasn't much good at foraging.  His experience with menial tasks was a few levels removed from actually picking plants.  Still, his talent was with the earth, and it didn't take much to use the remnants of his power to search out what he was looking for.  He returned to the lakeside soon enough, with a number of edible roots -- not terribly high-class, but a common enough food.