"The...three sisters method?" she said, tilting her head the other way. Ariadne thought she knew quite a lot about plants. But she had no idea what that meant.

An idiom, perhaps.

At the very least, she'd understood that 'cool' was a compliment of sorts.

She opened the door to the show, gesturing for him to follow her inside. The lower level was one enormous great room, ringed with countertops. Across them, spilled out like coins in a treasure, were a variety of dried herbs, picked from the orchard. In the middle of the room, there were a series of tables, with a variety of mismatched vases. Some of them are real vases, others are just jars or pretty containers that Ariadne had encountered.

The whole room smelled of spring time.