Laertes doesn't quite laugh at that, but there's a laughing look on his face as he bows. "My queen," he says, and then lopes off to gather up his flowers again.
Somehow, with witchcraft humming in the air like a rising storm, he finds that learning about herbs has lost its savor.
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Somehow, with witchcraft humming in the air like a rising storm, he finds that learning about herbs has lost its savor.