Quinn's eyes lit up at the mention of chamomile. "Yes, chamomile is one of my favorites, actually!" He eagerly caught the cup that was sent his way, then took a small sip. This cuppa in a room full of plants was exactly what he needed. The DADA lesson was... rough, to say the least. "Thank you very much, Professor."

Quinn held out the pot carrying his purple dahlia (dubbed Violet) to the Professor. "Well, this is Violet. That's it's name. I—I know that could be mistaken for me thinking that's what flower this is, but it's just what I named it. This is just a mundane dahlia flower. But I wanted to, um, bring it because I wanted to make sure it stayed alive while I was away. This is one of the flowers I'm most proud of, and there's no one at home who knows how to tend my garden. Save for my mother, and she's, well, very busy, recently." The past couple years, in fact. "But, uh, we can't put Violet outside. Well, we could, but only for maybe another week or two and we'd have to bring her into the greenhouse, and I think that would just be more trouble than it's worth. The cold will kill it, and especially this far north the fall weather could be damaging, not to mention winter. It needs to be watered 2 to 3 times a week, so normally I just water it every three days. I would like to come and do that myself, if possible. Other than that, it's a very hardy plant and can survive by itself. Normally what I have to do is dig up the tubers every fall, store them, and then replant in the spring. But if we keep Violet in the greenhouses where it's warm, I don't think we'd have to do any of that!"

Quinn blinked. His face turned red. "Oh. Um, I'm very sorry. I just.... that was... um.... very long, wasn't it...? Sorry, again..."