Well. Technically. But he meant like.. some cool way of magically reverse engineering the plant back to a place where it could produce seeds. Maybe just a lofty dream.

"Oh- sure. Yeah. sorry. I'm used to being the one in the kitchen," he says and offers a gentle laugh before moving to do as instructed.

A beat.

"What if I fed the chamomile to Fern and he could make the plant...alive again? Is that a thing?"