He bobbed his head and gave a slight smile to Vincent as he entered the hut, bemused at the odd fellows' meandering method. "Good to see ya made it through the winter." As the bundles and herbs spread around the dining table, he poked at a few curiously but left them mostly alone. He snickered a bit at the mention of the fertility booster, realizing he was likely the only one of the four with a child on the way. Of course, why Vincent was getting dosed, he wasn't quite sure. The only woman he'd known the mage to be around was his older mentor and carrying that thought further was quickly quashed. Now was not the time to make his appetite waver.
Harold licked his lips as the big pot of stew came to the table, rubbing his mitts in anticipation. "Oh, you don't needta worry about that, Fi. Nothin' but half-burnt bread and whatever happens ta be in the pantry for most meals makes this pure gold." Sliding his filled bowl closer, he was savoring the first mouthful when Maurice asked his question.
"Mmph? Flurrs?" He chewed and gulped before trying again, "Flowers?" He thought it over, wondering who might be trying to woo his woman over, because he certainly hadn't done it. He mulled further as he took another bite of his meal, hoping the heat of the stew would thaw his brain a little. "Wrrn't me. Ulp...see anyone who mighta done it?" It was strange, for certain. Even as he'd worked his way around the forest, there were hardly any plants growing through the leftover snow, save those damned razorleafed weeds.