It had been, in Joanna's way, an offer of sorts. Most of the plants on her patio were from seeds or rejuvenated pressings kept in the trunk, with medicinal or magical properties, and encouraged through magic to grow regardless of their preferred environments. But if the offer wasn't necessary, it wasn't, and the look Regina gave her hammered in how little she was interested in cooperation.

Joanna bowed her head a fraction of a inch. "That's fair. I should leave you to it." She turned and walked away.