[ She clips another bloom she'd been eying, taking the time to admire it and turn it over in her hand more thoroughly this time. Blazing, indeed... She looks down at her notebook, and sees no reason to wait, so she flips past her notes onto a blank page.

She glances back at the bush for a moment, before grabbing her quill again. ]

You may need a bigger pot. Or... perhaps we can dedicate a whole row to them in the garden somewhere? [ She taps at the blank page, still mentally grabbing at ideas. ] Do you think they're as bitter as the Glowing Dawns are?

[ Like, in tea.....?

Without thinking, she finally writes on the blank page: New idea - pressed flowers? ]