"Yes, we have drying, pickling, and salting too at home, but these foods don't appear to have been either dried, pickled, or salted," she answered."No..., they haven't been. We have additional ways to preserve food. There are canning and freezing," Pat told her. "Also we can buy food that was grown in other parts of the world and quickly shipped here." This is a most wondrous Reality then," Clare said, as she bit into a chunk of fresh tomato.It was by now late afternoon here, and we had been up. He saw the passenger door open up and Crawford leaning down into that side of the car.“You’re guys shoot a civilian?” Taylor asked offhandedly while going through some papers he found in the center console.“Probably one of the locals, but we’ll find out once the scene is done being processed. She was just winged, but an ambulance should be here for her shortly.”To his surprise, it didn’t sound like Crawford was particularly bothered by what happened. He sounded matter of fact as he started. ” Big ol' Tom stood up. “So last round for tonight... On the house.” He kept on murmuring while walking out of the dim light of the table lamp to the bar: “Maybe I should have called it the tavern ' the dirtier, the better' instead of ' the place where stories are told'.” “Wait, what did you just say?” intervened the younger guest. “Dirty? That kind of rings a bell.” Both Marshal and big ol' Tom where all ears all of a sudden, staring at the young man. He resumed talking: “There actually is a. " I started to get dizzy at this point, i am not really sure what was going on but the best way i can explain is to say its like i was watching the unfolding events from outside myself. I watched my friend raise his eyebrows and flick his eyes down to my sisters pajama covered crotch then back to her face, the other 4 of my friends doing exactly the same as he calmly and cheekily said "what kind." Again almost untracably i saw a flicker of amusement cross my sisters face "its hard to explain".