Shen Qingqiu claps his hands, delighted—not only at the hint of joy or relief on Galahad's face, but at the idea of busying himself with something like this. It was way more interesting than fruitlessly searching for a pollen that he doesn't know anything about. Not that he's giving up, of course, but he can take on another little Galahad-related sidequest, especially because he was robbed of seeing the last one through.

He... doesn't know anything about flowers, either, really, but the book has illustrations and he can make this work. "Okay," he says, and flips the book open to a random page. "Take a look and see if anything speaks to you, and I'll see if I can find it - here or in the gardens."