"Maybe on a field trip when I was a kid?" Devero says. "They took my whole class out to one of the ag complexes so we could learn about where food and fiber and stuff come from."

He leans down towards her and confides in a stage whisper, "I mostly remember thinking the whole place smelled funny."

He has already spotted a shed, although around here, 'shed' seems to mean a low-lying, unobtrusive little building with a turf roof. To make it blend in? To have that much more growing space for plants? He certainly isn't going to try to speculate.

There also seems to be an alpaca up on that turf roof, grazing. It looks up as they approach, emitting a soft call like the sound of a bell tolling.