"That's...," the tom only cants his head, brow furrowing. "Correct, I suppose."

"If you're to put it simply." Hooking his claws under the borage he'd only recently collected earlier that morning, returning after the sun had reached its highest point in the sky. He forces it towards her, flicking his ears back. "What do you think this is?"

He plucks a leaf from the sprig, and drops it down by her feet.

"Eat it," he commands her, brows raising in interest. It's only borage, mind you. It has a taste similar to cucumber. He just wants to see if she'll do as he requests.

"Borage leaves. You'll see them in the nursery. They help queens, increases their supply of milk." Lusk informs, upper lip curling in disgust at the thought of queens. His tokophobia churns his gut, all the more reason why he doesn't often tend to kittings. "Also brings down fever. They cease growing in leafbare -- of utmost importance to stock up while we can. They're no good after they wilt, so a word of advice...keep them under the frost, they stay good for longer."