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Maritess was about to ask whether if Sheridan's room wasn't as peaceful as the outdoors. Instead she blinked at the dragon boil's question, "W-why? Do I look I'm not alright?" she quickly looked at herself, patting down her blouse and studying her wings and combing her fingers through her long hair. She had hoped her distress over a certain limb's presence wasn't too obvious. It just didn't seem proper to be airing one's dirty laundry to someone she'd just met. Hell, not even Lizzy knew about her current predicament.

She had missed Astra's friendly gesture from earlier before, but with the fairy reaper busy with the mushroom hunt, the winged vampire didn't feel particularly bad about it. Not to mention she was currently busy trying not to work herself into a self-conscious conniption.

Tybalt was a little disappointed when Jove backed away from his find. Not that he could blame him. It was an awful stench. But now that it had been rejected, he had to go find another. Which he was about to do when he caught Astra's words and offered her a weak smile; rubbing the back of his head in an apologetic manner.

"Oh! Ahahah... My bad!" He said, scooping up the mushroom and throwing it as far across the forest as he could manage. Which thankfully was far enough that the smell no longer offended anyone. Much.

"I'm going to go have another look." He called again, before heading off in the opposite direction he had previously went; scanning the ground as he walked. Unfortunately, he still didn't know what he was looking for. But finding all these different kinds of mushrooms wasn't such a bad experience either. He now even had something he could use in future pranks! Speaking of which, he should really come back later and bag some of those things. He even had a few people in mind who he might have to 'deliver' them to.

With that decided, he stopped at the base of the tree, and gave one good sniff. Well something was here and it smelled similar... but would it be what they needed? Only one way to find out. Crouching down beside it, the black dog dug gently at the dirt and grass clearing it away as best as he could to see what he had.

"Hey Jove I think I--" He started to call, but just when he picked them up, they crumbled into pieces. "Err... Ahh... Never mind!" He called back, while dumping the remains on the spot and glaring at them.

What shitty luck was this!?

West frowned for a second, but the expression faded as quickly as it had come for a change. He supposed he had been able to figure out that the last batch of mushrooms he had found was pretty bleh all on his own. At least he hadn't chosen anything approaching the skankiness of the fungus Tybalt had unearthed. His nose wrinkled and he backed away from the ghost dog, leaving Jove to fend for himself.

He moved away from the crowd again, eventually getting down on his hands and knees to root around in the short bushes in this new area he had entered. Nothing. Nothing. More nothing. West sat back on his heels, rubbing his filthy hands on this thighs irritably. It had been a mistake to stop here in the first place, and it would definitely be a mistake to stick around. He had better things to do. The wrath demon pushed himself to his feet and turned to head back toward the school when, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a strange glow. Yes, there. He was sure that was the sort of glow that came off of the mushrooms some of the others had found!

Looking around nonchalantly so he wouldn't attract attention, West tried to maintain a casual stroll as he approached the shining growths. He had them now. "Jove," he muttered, bending over to prod at the things and make sure someone hadn't just left a glowstick out here. "Jove!"

Tybalt was about to stomp down hard on the mushroom remains when he heard Astra call to him. Though why she was suggesting he look over there was beyond him. How would searching over there be any different from the area he was currently looking in? Then again, it could make a world of difference. After all, he was already having bad luck in this particular spot.

"Coming!" He called back; dusting off his knees before he trotted over to where she was. Deciding that it was better to at least give it a try.

"Think there's anything here?" He asked as he plopped down beside her and pawed lightly at the dirt. Though he was sure, with his luck, it would be something completely different. He hoped it was what they were looking for. It would save him the trouble of having to keep looking, but if he found another crumbly type he was going to kick it!

Fortunately, whatever he found was not a crumbly mushroom. Unfortunately, it wasn't what they were looking for either. In fact, he wasn't even sure it was even a mushroom.

"I don't think that's what we're looking for..." He said, staring at the chunk of log he had just uncovered.

West made a slight face at the bits of dirt that were hitting his shoe, but otherwise he just slid his foot out of the way. He might have minded the dirt if he hadn't already been filthy, but unless someone got ketchup on his favorite sweater or something, the demon was of the opinion that any article of clothing could be replaced with a simple trip to the maul.

What he was more interested in was the fact that he seemed to have picked correctly this time. Yes! Who was master of mushrooms? That's right, it was West. He crossed his arms over his chest as Jove scampered away, but rather than wearing his customary frown, West had a satisfied smirk on his face.

Jove had stood to admire his pile of mushrooms heaped in the small wagon, until he heard Tybalt's shout. Ears perked. Was the other ghost still having trouble?

With a confused frown, the pup trotted over to Tybalt and eyed the latest find, which was less than thrilling. So he was still having trouble... Maybe he had a cold, and his nose was all stuffed up, or he had accidentally snorted dinner and was smelling nothing but spiced ghost shrimp...

Still wearing that confused frown, Jove took Tybalt's hand and gestured a little ways off from the giant dead oak. He scented the air, and walked a careful circle along the edge of the clearing, and then he stopped in his tracks. There was a good-smelling mushroom in the area, maybe Tybalt could find it now that they were in the right area.

Jove's ears fell as Tybalt flopped down onto the ground, right next to the mushrooms he had smelled. The force of the flump even disturbed the dead leaves obscuring the mushrooms from the black dog's view, he was that close. Why was he not using his nose? The puppy didn't want to let his fellow ghost leave in disappointment, so he perked his ears and wagged his tail enthusiastically, as if Tybalt had intentionally sat there in order to find the mushrooms.

With any luck, Ren wouldn't notice Tybalt's string of bad luck. Or at least have the good sense not to point it out.