Wilson plucks the mushroom he was pointing at and puts it in his pocket. He leaves the base, so it can grow back.

"I made it out of sticks and grass I picked up." It looks for all the world like it's made out of normal fabric, maybe canvas, like the type of thing the Serena Eterna would have had in one of its shops. "I can make one for you in a bit, but I need more grass."