Cricket's eyes get very wide as the spontaneously-growing flower unfolds in front of his eyes. So much of what he runs into in the Nexus is nothing short of magical. He knows Pamela isn't some kind of dryad, but she may as well be the next best thing as far as he's concerned. Blushing like a sunrise, he takes the flower and threads it through the knit of his sweater so he can wear it on his collar. "You're too kind," he tells Pamela with a grin.

He laughs a little at Harley's enthusiasm and shakes his head. "I didn't make those, but I'll remember that for next time."

He starts to head toward the treeline at his easy pace, beckoning them after him. "They kinda run into the Wilds so I gotta be careful not to wander too far unarmed, but it's worth it. Some of the plants are just the same as in the mountains where I grew up."