“Your pictures could serve as a very useful guide for those who explore these woods,” Combeferre mused, "and that alone will make documenting fungi as well as plants valuable.” He led her to the edge of a trickling stream, really little more than a rivulet through the earth, where damp ground had sprouted schools of tiny, spongy caps at regular intervals. “Do you know much about poisonous mushrooms?” he asked, crouching beside one of the patches.