Antonia blinks. Kurt's enthusiasm for the great outdoors is certainly something she's familiar with, but rarely something she gets the chance to witness first hand (being the exact opposite of a Nature Girl, herself). It's endearing, though, and she grins, trying to follow everything he says. But, basically, all she hears is buckwheat.

"Good thing I'm not afraid of heights, then," she jokes as she walks up behind him. Peering around him at the plant, Nia tries to think of something not awful and rude, but nice and relevant to the conversation to say. "My grandmother makes pakora - um, little fritters - out of buckwheat, sometimes." She tilts her head to the side. "Probably not the same kind, though, huh?"