[There was an odd lilt to the officer's words that piqued Pidge's interest even as she hugged a wilted bundle of corn close to her chest. Crops like this growing in the open were rare in the deserts she hailed from-- agriculture had moved into a more scientific domain that was protected from the elements for the most part. But the crops grown in the outdoors in this land had an entirely different taste and feel to them...

But, Pidge was aware that her sentiments may have stemmed from so many months in space.]

...Yanno, that sounds a little like you're trying to remind yourself of that, Ma'am. [Pidge said at length, reaching up a hand to brush away a leave that had gotten stuck in her glasses.] If you don't mind my being open here.

Maybe you should think about something smaller? A city full of people is too big-- maybe just think about how you and your friends would like a meal with this harvest?