Sienna sighed. "Mother....."
Mrs. Miller jabbed a finger at the tomatoes dropping from vines that had creeped around the gate. "What I want is for us to harvest theses tomatoes before they rot! Look at them, Sienna. They are huge, bigger than....a ball, perhaps. Do you know how many meals we can cook with just a single one of these? We have important things to do here, your daughter is starving and restless and you are out there playing gladiator!"
Sienna nearly groaned. For a moment, it had seemed as though her mother had dropped the issue, only to pick it up again. She put Ali down, and glanced at the tomatoes, their skins taut and shiny, They looked ready to burst. Ala tugged at her sleeve. "Mama, can I eat one? Great grandpa Corven wouldn't let me take a bite."
Sienna softened at her daughter's earnest eyes and wronged aura. "Yes, sweetheart. Pick one and eat while mama changes into more farming appropriate clothes."
