Dustin hesitates, his enthusiasm faltering. Oh, right.

[...Kind of,] he admits with a sheepish sweep of his fingers. [Came for the history, mostly. But before that, we were brought to stop the storms. Helping the plants mitigates one of their symptoms.]

A beat. Dustin's hand freezes, then makes a 'wait' gesture before he lifts it off the ground, sifts through a side pocket of his satchel, and retrieves a tiny sample of artificial Funfrond spores in a stoppered glass vial. He places it gently on the ground between himself and the Queen before setting his hand back up to explain.

[The Fungi-species have been treating the foreign plants with this. Seems to stabilize them.]