In pantry jars my kind resides, A pinch of me can change the tides. I bring warmth and flavor in a trice, With sugar and me, I make everything nice.

When the whole army falls, and the monarchs stand eye to eye. No path forward, no retreat, a dance for all eternity. Five letters, a bore, a bread so plain. Four letters, a partner, a friend, an australian buddy.

What flower has two mouths? A flower that blooms twice all around.

I grow without roots you can pull from the ground, I’m cut every week, yet I don’t make a sound. I’m greener when watched, but fade if you pass, I carpet the earth - say my name, not my mass.

I get darker when I lose my last, but if I lose my third, I’m no longer with you. Four letters, one syllable, the smallest of the quad squad that helps you get what you need.