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He makes his way through the quiet hum of the hummingbirds, hovering around the plant like a brightly colored cloud, and samples the nectar.

And then samples some more.

And then is quite thoroughly and completely intoxicated with the scent, and the taste, which is even better: like drinking flowers, like a mix between honeysuckle and night-blooming jasmine and honey and other things Shadow has no words for. Fresh rainwater, perhaps. He is no connoisseur of tastes or food, rather of music and words, but this is good. He hums, idly, as he eats, and then while he rests.

A few careful nips at the base of one cane and a gentle tug later, when he's full to bursting with nectar, leaves him with a short cutting of the plant, its roots still covered with a small ball of crumbly dirt. This plant would be worth growing, if it manages to survive the trek back to the gardens; maybe he'll tell Tipsy about it, if it grows. The location of the wild bush he will keep a closely-guarded secret.

These he brings back without a second thought, because they are pretty; he half-expects someone to be wearing them in their hair soon, at least within the week. Never Idle will likely be doing a bit of business sometime in the near future, with the things that Shadow spots littered around the legendary's camp.