At least Felwinter isn't surprised that Link's interest is even more piqued. He pulls out, of all things, a bound book, carefully flipping open its pages to show some of the plants he had set between its pages.

Leaves. Flowers. He has some other specimens that wouldn't keep well when pressed flat, but the majority that he'd gathered had been kept in the book.

"These are for Dustin," he says, just in case Link decides to get grabby.