Her gaze follows her mother as she moves to kneel next to her, and her grip on her leg releases as her mother's arm comes around her. Gratefully, she sinks to her mother's side for support instead with a smooth transition and smiles up to her. Nel snickers softly at the tease and responds, "Maybe something even better. I mean, I can make an endless supply of catnip, but you could probably make it super catnip."

Giving the flower one more look, she hopes the next chance she has to make another corn poppy it can be just as good as this one they made together.