By which time, hopefully, we-- [She motions toward Luthir.] --will be partying with the dryads, sipping nectar and sweet tea and making daisy chains.

[Not that she expects it to be that easy, considering the dryads she knows are fairly vicious and violent when their land is being encroached upon. Don't mess with Mother Nature, basically. But she can act like it'll be a piece of cake. (Bluff 14.)]