Spencer beamed at Gerard, all too easily distracted. "It's an Abyssinian shrivelfig!" he said, holding it up slightly. "They hardly ever grow this far north, it's really insanely lucky to find one. Gabe's going to love me, fresh shrivelfigs in potions are really useful, and relatively rare."
He would have been quite happy to babble on for a while longer, except that as Gerard leaned forward, Spencer suddenly caught sight of what he was clutching behind his back. "Um, Gerard?" he said, in a tone that he hoped conveyed faintly horrified, but open to explanation.