"These things barely work on the train. Here all I do is mess things up even more if I try. No rhyme or reason to it. Watch."

He grabs one of the wheat stalks and concentrates. What happens? A bunch of nodules form up and down it. Little round lumps that makes it droop over with the weight of it.

"...Them was supposed to be thorns. And thorns are something I finally managed to figure out. What you got left?"