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He shrugged, brushing his hair back behind his ear as he turned his gaze back to the path before him. "A few things. Nothing too large, though. Mostly houseplants, when they die." He ponders a moment, then amends the statement slightly: "No animals yet, I guess."

Kumoru laughed as he told her, "I have what some people refer to as a 'brown thumb'. No plant seems to last more than a few weeks under my care. Except, of course, the unwanted ones. They take care of themselves quite nicely."

"Never had a venus flytrap, though," he added. "They seem quite interesting. I'd get one, but it would probably die." He chuckled again. "Such a bother, having to bring the plants back. It would take far less energy to animate their dead stems and leaves, but it's more fun to do that with animals."

"Animals always seemed easier to look after, though," he said. "Plants don't tell you when they're hungry or thirsty. Animals do. Or most of them, anyway."

Kumoru paused when she stopped to pick the flower, watching her. "Pretty things are pretty because they don't last." He smiled. "It is a nice shade of purple, though."

"Not much farther," he told her, raising a hand to point. Just ahead, a smaller path breaks away from the main one. There is a mailbox at the corner; the small path leads up to what was once a white picket-fence, which is now covered over with ivy. On the other side of the fence is a small yard, and then a cottage. The house looks comfortable for one, perhaps two people, but it would definitely be too small for a family of four.

The mage leads her up to the gate and unlatches it, then steps into the yard and holds the gate open for Chris. "Here's home for me..."

Kumoru nodded, shutting the gate and then stepping ahead again to unlock and open the door. "Yes, I like the smallness. Not much space for books, but that also means fewer places to clean."

As he opened the door, Chris would have likely noticed a faintly dusty, somewhat herbal scent from within - the smell of many old books, and of items needed for magic. Straight ahead through the small entryway would be the living room; the view of the lantern on the table would be blocked by Kumoru's Favorite Chair, but a bit of a glow might be visible around the battered leather seat nonetheless.

The mage held the door for her, gesturing with the other hand for her to enter. "It's not much on the inside, either, I'm afraid, unless you like old tomes filled with spells and research," he admitted with a slight laugh.

"'Old fashioned'?" he repeated, chuckling a little. "Now what do you mean by that?"

Kumoru froze as Chris mentioned the knife in the table. "Oh, that...." Almost instinctively, he crossed his arms in an effort to hide his bandaged hand. "Well, I figured I had to give it something of its own in order to help attract a butterfly," he explained somewhat hesitantly. "And I kind of... dropped the knife, rather than laying it down on the table. The mist circled around it right away though, so I figured I shouldn't move it."