You and the crows were on, unsurprisingly, another mission. You were walking through a vast field, bushes of various flowers growing wild as you stopped and just stared— “Stopping and smelling the roses”, as one would say. Jesper’s eyes seemed to both be glued to the field and avoiding it all together, no doubt the field reminding him of the farm he had been raised on, a reminder both kind and cruel. To help; you distracted him, taking a single loose daisy and tucking it in his shirt pocket.