There is a smattering of polite applause from the other guests, you
"You done?" asks Sir Thorns
"Yes" says Father Tree "The future of trees is assured for another season"
"I'm surprised you still allow that at the table" Sir Thorns
"Oh don't be a prude dear" she replies gently "It doesn't muck up my table settings or get my dishes broken and it's pretty, besides at least they warn us not like mundane trees, just spraying their seed everywhere day and night without so much as a by your leave!"