It's lucky that we're able to grow food for ourselves at all, considering how frequently where we are seems to change.

[ The icy tundra is no place for gardens or orchards, after all. ]

So, what will you do with that 'gift?' [ She jokes lightly, chuckling at the (admittedly gruesome) concept of Sonya keeping a head in her home. ] Or are you really trying to keep it stored somewhere you'll forget about it?