"Er...bearberry?" Toothy muttered, peering at the short-cut branch laden with bright red fruit. The smell was familiar, and it seemed the obvious answer, but it wasn't like he'd been wrong on such inquiries. Potato nodded.
"Yup! Uh, I think."
"You think?" Toothy frowned. A short distance away, Herbert chuckled, his deep voice rumbling the air around them.
"Potato has always been like this, young cub. He knows what he speaks of and doubts himself."
Beside him, Potato chuffed nervously. "Um, no! I'm just...I want to be double sure?"
The look Herbert leveled Potato with was hilarious, and Toothy had to restrain himself enough not to laugh before turning back to Potato. "Ok, what's the next one, then?"
"Ah! How about this one?"
Potato held up a fat, bitter-smelling leaf that looked almost fleshy- Toothy knew this one easily. "Aloe, right?"
"Correct." Herbert rumbled. "And where do you gather aloe from?"
"The deserts and scrubs." Toothy replied confidentally. Potato nodded excitedly, and Herbert gave an approving huff. "Good memory, cub. You'll make a fine herbalist when the time comes."
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