It occurs to her that she's being rude--but she knows that mortals don't always have the care for plants that they should. And these are special, you can't just cut them off at the root and harvest them easy. She sits back on her heels, forcing herself down to the ground and settling her hands on the soil.

"Sorry, I shouldn't--I was afraid you'd yank them up or something s--something." Then she pauses, to take in what he actually said, and a wave of skepticism flows over her, "Right--both of those?"