Ah, a child of few words. Perfectly acceptable, after talking all day giving lectures and hearing incessant chatter about a boy's hair or Quidditch, the girl's quiet demeanor was welcome.
Taking the parchment from the younger girl she handed her the basket wordlessly. No need to waste any parts of the plant that could get damaged or caught in her bag. Her eyes ran over the list, mentally rearranging them in the best order to make gathering them the most expedient. None of the ones she requested were especially hard to havest--ah except that one, best kept moist immediately as it dried as soon as it was pulled, but she had paper towels and water nearby for that one. Wordlessly, she started off to the glass door that separated her office from Greenhouse 1.