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Talia smiled a little. “They are delicious. Nothing quite like a tomato straight off the vine as you wander around the yard.”!

“The usual stuff.” She shrugged. “Potatoes. Corn. Beans. Tomatoes. Onions and peppers. That sort of thing.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Talia nodded, walking back over to the counter. “I mostly took care of our garden and cooked so Papa and Kaelan could butcher, but I helped sometimes. Mostly ...

Talia walked over to the closet and hung up two more bundles.

“So a lot.” Talia nodded.

“Anything specific you’re thinking of?”

Talia nodded. “It’s interesting to see remnants of past cultures in current customs.”

“That sounds interesting,” she said thoughtfully.

“Does he have a favorite era?”

“That’s what counts.” Talia nodded.

(Haha yes, yes he would. Let me ramble about my collection, child) Talia nodded in agreement. “I’m sure he’s exceedingly well educated.”

Talia smiled a bit at that. As if she’d waste his time like that. “He seems very, very smart.”

“That sounds nice,” Talia said with a nod. “I’m sure there’s a bunch of interesting culture connected at the very least as well.”

“Um… I’m not actually… I don’t know much about it,” she admitted. “I just like pretty colors and textures.”

“Okay.” Talia nodded. “I’ll look into it, then. Thank you.”