[SE] on open fields (open)

Lily “Some… water?” Lily asks, for a third time, confusion clearly writ in the lines on her forehead and the upward lilt of her voice. She is pointing at the container, isn’t she? It only takes a couple of moments for her to decide that waiting is pointless (it probably isn’t, but she feels awkward and impatient), so she sighs and says mostly to herself, “Ah, fuck it,” and lifts the container to her lips anyway. A couple of gulps quenches her thirst. There’s plenty left to water the seeds, which was so astutely also pointed out. “Mmm, I can see that. I meant what kind of seeds.” Returning the water container to its original place, Lily remains hesitantly standing, unsure of whether or not she wants to continue this awkward encounter. Though it does seem rude to just take some water and then leave. women are like tricks by sleight of hand which, to admire, we should not understand