Mm-- well, mostly the vine. It grows in Faery where the veil is thinnest. [He gestures to the couch for Molly to sit, taking a seat himself. Slightly turned to face his guest obviously.] I could take you around the Dísablót, that time of year they're no good for drinks, but the flowers are in full bloom.

[As they talk, if anyone's feeling particularly perceptive they might hear the clatter of claws on a hardwood floor coming from the kitchen. They get quieter once he steps on the carpet, and few moments later there's an excited looking rottweiler coming into the living room with a plush toy in his mouth that he deposits on the couch between the two of them. Immediately he gives Molly an expectant look, tail wagging, because obviously they're friends now. He brought a toy, that's how friendship works.]