“Perhaps you can put in a good word for me,” she chuckles, feeling she can only approach Konoha and Kumo’s past tensions with a little levity. Her fingers brush along the tops of the plants as they walk through the aisles. “Ah. I’ll look forward to it then~” After she gets over the pesky problem of altitude sickness, that is.
“I see.” That makes sense. Though Kumo rests atop mountains, with mountains comes valleys as well. Normal greenhouses were all well and good, but she found how the village residents adapted to life at such high altitudes much more interesting.
Her hand stops overtop a particular herb, short, green and with little white flowers, it is rather unassuming looking. She plucks a single leaf from its stem and holds it up to C. “Taste it,” she tells him, an expectant grin pulling at her features. No shinobi with their head on right would just put a random plant in their mouth, even after being asked, so with a little dead time of her trying not to laugh, she tells him what it is. “They call it sweet herb and people liken it to being 1000 times sweeter than sugar. Creative name, I know.” She spins it between two fingers.
There are quite a few of the plants they pass by that he recognizes. Some from his recent opportunity to study and join in with Konoha’s medics, and a few others simply because there just were a few universal things in the world, treatments and medicines shared between shifting alliances and friendships over the years, passed along, adapted. (and then a few more, that Kumo has... acquired, knowledge of, over time)
She’s teasing him, though, he knows, because he hasn’t sensed any change in her chakra, any ill intent. Because hoping he decides to make a random visit to this specific area so they can offer him a single poisonous leaf in front of several witnesses is not a plan anyone would make. (hopefully) So he plays along, head tilting and gaze steady in a (n extremely low stakes and not at all serious) battle of wills- until she concedes, the name actually something he’s been introduced to lately but the plant itself not something he recognizes on sight alone.
So he’ll pluck a leaf free for himself too, turning it over before popping it in his mouth. Medics may be smart, but they were curious too, often testing things out on themselves first, figuring out the world around them in a very hands on sort of way.
“Good in desserts, some of your local shops use it.” Nothing she doesn’t already know, clearly, but he offers it anyway with an amused smile of his own. “And if the home remedies are to be believed it’s good for most respiratory issues as well.”
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