Wanda listened intently, her eyes watching Beverly curiously as she spoke. The event that Beverly described sounded familiar though she decided not to comment on it. It was hard to know who was from which world without sifting through minute details. It'd take too much time.

"So how much variety should we have? There is not telling how disease might spread from one plant to another." She treated the concept much like you would the common cold. It could easily be passed to other plants.

"I know Clint is tired of potatoes." It's currently the most common food at the inn.