"Oh, I am not worried about getting hurt! It would be just awful if I killed a plant, though." He hated weeding, let alone killing something growing where it was supposed to be. "I will keep my eyes peeled- hm?" He paused, actually sniffing the air for a moment, before looking up and pointing at a shelf fungus on the branch above them. "There's a conk, up there. Or... maybe you just meant the ones that grow on the ground?"

...he had a sensitive nose, okay?