Augustine didn't mind the nearby onlooker with Archie on guard, though he expected the old dog wouldn't save him if his own life depended on it. Still, he'd bark before something too terrible happened. August crouched more comfortably and began drawing in his journal, very careful to get every detail of the plant on paper. "Tansy is quite a plant!" he mused, glancing over his shoulder as he put his journal away. "Toxic, but makes a great pain remedy. Pretty, too."