"Alright," says Shen Qingqiu. "I think a lot of these are sort of, herb-y... let's start with the sage." He leads Galahad around the gardens, puttering through flowerbeds and piling Galahad's arms high with his finds.

He laughs, at one point, seeing him bedecked with little white and yellow blossoms like stars. "They suit you," he says. "Maybe these we should weave into a crown of willows for your golden head."