Fair enough. Perhaps we ought to find a kettle then. For other teas, of course.

[ He almost wonders if he could wrangle some of the killer flowers and run tests on them. But then he gets closer to Shalem, and Jade sees the way they're held more clearly now, cradled gently. Perhaps there's a more sentimental tie to them? ]

What might they be for, then? If you don't mind my curiosity.