Sometimes one, sometimes the other, sometimes both. Other times they could spit out ice, poison, lightning, acid, or worse, spells that could get you killed if you were unlucky enough to be in the way.

[He speaks as if he has intimate experience with all these things, death included. Kind of wild to hear from someone who looks as classy as Percy does, although at the moment he's more of a noble fallen on hard times. And these are hard times, he supposes.

As soon as he makes it up to the top, he turns around to kneel down and offer a hand to Sabriel to help her up.]

I have a spare pair of gloves if you need some. [He glances over to the plants with no small amount of suspicion.] Considering how things have been going for us lately, I wouldn't be surprised if some of these plants could poison someone on contact.