The Alder wasn't answering back, so she was going to take that as a yes, okay, tree?

Okay.

But offering first, according to the textbook that she'd forgotten. What did she have on her? Alice stuck her hands in her pockets groped around in them for a while before producing a pack of jelly slugs. A whole pack? This tree was lucky. Nudging a hole at the base of its trunk with her foot, she dug her shoe into the ground until the ditch was deep enough, dropping in the candy when she finished. And then covered it with dirt again.

Well? Did it accept her offering?

Yes? No? Maybe? C'mon, tree, do something.