Thistle. Kadi smiles at the word, circling back to the window and setting a large bundle of wild herbs on the countertop. Lance must have told this young man that she is a new mother, something easily confirmed by the presence of a newborn in deep sleep against her right now.

"You're very kind," she says, sorting her herbs for him. Feverfew, witch hazel, echinacea, and any number of other woodland herbs. Most of them are dried, but others are fresh, and there are a lot of them. "I've been told you can be trusted to give a fair price for these. I'm sorry, we didn't use money in the commune."