Farmer Chitose, bent with seasons and soil, blinked at the stranger with a grin that smelled of earth and sun. “You the one I’m to call daughter-in-law?” he asked, voice rough as compost. Jux773 set the basket down, ran a finger through the mint and smiled, fingers stained faintly green. “I’ll learn,” she said, “and I’ll teach.”

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