Spices, medicine, any kind of information will be valuable information to people who are used to herbs native to Vanaheim and Alfheim, though not so much Midgard. The young Asgardian looks a little surprised to have found something so appropriate to her trade, but a pleased look settles onto his features in short order. "There are some samples at the Healing Hall already, and some of the seed packets we were gifted are at the greenhouse. I was going to venture out to the mountain today to see what else is already growing wild, if you'd like to come with me."

Which mountain he means should be fairly obvious, as it rises out of the mainland just on the other side of the bridge that links it to the islands of Asvera. It is not a terribly tall or steep mountain, something that could be summitted by a dedicated hiker within an hour or two, and though it's quite rocky there is a great deal of green flourishing at its base and on its slopes.

He doesn't offer a handshake, since that's an Earth custom. Instead he bows slightly, respectfully. "My name is Vidar, son of Stian. Might I have yours, my lady?"