Seeds

Olivia spent hours looking at various crops. She walked through orchards and skipped in fields. It took a while, but the garden did eventually end. Olivia and the cook stood on a dry dirt patch. "What's this?" Olivia asks. "Nothing yet." He replies while taking a handful of seeds out of his pocket. The cook made a divot with his hands and buried the seeds. "What is it?" "Don't you remember? You said you wanted pumpkin pie." "You mean those were pumpkin seeds?" "Yes." "I appreciate that, but if Ruth disliked pumpkins that much, why would you carry seeds around?" "The seeds are very special." " What's the significance." The cook shakes his head. "Do not worry about that." "Ok, it's just kind of weird." "It is not." He insists. Olivia changes the subject. "It's getting late. You'll probably be behind on your meal preparations." "Not at all. I got everything yesterday for today because I had a feeling this would be an all day activity." "Smart." "Thank you." "But does that mean we're having one of Ruth's meals?" Olivia asks. "Yes, unfortunately. I am sorry." "No, it's fine. I like corn." Olivia looks off into the distance. "But we should head back now if we want to see the tribe before tomorrow." The cook raises his arm as if he is hailing a taxi cab. An instant later a giant falcon swoops down. The cook smiles. "It will take us no time at all to get back."