Lost in making sure the bowtruckle was alright, Daff missed the quip about smushing it. Otherwise she might have smushed him, or at least kicked him out of the event. Fortunately the little dear didn't look injured, just dazed, so Daffy carefully tucked the wee darling into her pocket for a later check up.

"Oh no, we have so many quality plants on display, it's hard to tell just where they'll end up." Daffy chuckled. "Good sign of healthy flora, however. Was it on the wiggentree?" Daff would have it moved and set aside. Perhaps she would plant it here in the backyard for further cultivation. In another life she would have seen if Noble wanted it, as she knew it was used extensively in potions, but that was no longer something she had to think about, even if the notion came up unbidden at the most unexpected of times.