Who: Imogene and Hawk
Where: Hawk's garden, by Redleaf Road
When: Late morning
Imogene had woken up far too early, rousted from sleep by humidity so godawful oppressive that she dreamt she was drowning. Since then, she'd wandered along the river in town, wading a bit where she could. It got hotter than this in Arizona, but at least there she could sweat it off. Eventually she wandered back into the woods, where it was at least superficially cooler, and climbed up a good-sized tree to catch the breeze. It wasn't long, though, before her stomach started to protest. She'd finished off what was left of her forage last night, so it was as good a time as any to restock. Dropping back to the ground, she started searching with her nose in the air.
It took a surprisingly short time before she picked up on a familiar scent and found herself on the edge of a modest, but most definitely tempting garden. After a quick look around, she threw caution to the wind and crouched down to pop a couple cucumbers off their vine.