Mo settled back for a few minutes to consider his list of ingredients. He wasn't actually sure how they'd work together, particularly because chamomile was pretty distinctive and turmeric had a little kick to it. It was a nontraditional combination, but he supposed that sort of went well with the lady in question. And if it was really terrible, then no one would ever drink it but Mo.

And now it was time to pick out his herbs. Mo made his way carefully through the potted trays of plays, noting some of the ones he'd helped plant, plus loads of those he'd pruned and weeded and watered. It was nice to be able to be part of the full circle for these plants - the planting, the caring for, and now the use.

Mo meandered through several of the rows, making a point to stop off and pluck the flowers from the chamomile plant - no stems or leaves, please. Even though he had the bag provided by Bentley, Mo carried the open flowers in his hand so he could take in the heady scent as he worked.

Next, he spotted the rosemary, with its spiky needle-leaves. Mo took some of those as well, swirling them around in his hand with the chamomile flowers to see how they seemed to balance with each other. The rosemary was sharper, but they smelled pleasant together.