[SE] on open fields (open)

Lily As the woman rattles off what she’s doing, Lily manages to piece it together. Mostly. She isn’t stupid, mind you. She just isn’t scientifically-minded and neither is colonial America (at least not in the right ways). Without asking if she can join, the redhead kneels by the stranger’s side to watch her meticulous movements. “What does arid mean? And why do you need to test this… hypothesis out?” No one else seems to be doing this. They plant the regular crops, they do the things they’ve done year after year (or so she assumes) and sometimes the plants grow bountiful and sometimes they don’t. The farmers know what is needed in regards to the weather - but this is a flower, not something they eat. “Are you new here?” Lily asks, wondering if she’s just been unobservant or if the other portalled in recently, or what. She talks funny enough to be from somewhere else, but seems to know more than Lily about Caido, or at least that there’s a jungle… somewhere. women are like tricks by sleight of hand which, to admire, we should not understand