Frankie looked up at her and smiled, a little half-heartedly, but it was a smile all the same. "Sure," he said. He nodded at his dish of dreamwort root and handed her a bowl. "Start crumbling that if it's dried properly." He tossed his last handful of weeds into a bucket and incinerated them with a quick spell. It was perhaps dramatic, but it was the best way to get rid of them quickly. They would only take root somewhere else if he threw them away.
He pulled his dried leaves towards him and started tearing them carefully lengthways. It was calming. "So," he said, after a minute, when he thought he probably wouldn't go into a rage at the slightest provocation. "What are people saying about me?"