"America was built on farming until the early half of the 20th century, so that's really cool. And useful!" Vesper smiled warmly. Her meal was done and she folded her hands in her lap. "Really, despite what's going on with the Tribes, you could go anywhere in this Community. The Cano or the Oma... though a lot of the Cano have this idea-" She paused and shook her head, "That if you want to stay in the area. I can't blame you if you want to stick to the edges."
And she wouldn't blink. In Cano territory, there were patches of berries and root vegetables planted by her family. You'd never know it and that was the point. There for an emergancy and to renourish the Earth.
"Laura Ingalls Wilder,' The warm green eyes suddenly took down at her gloved hands. A mixture of yarn and leather that did nothing for them, really. Her hands were rough as any Cano's despite her features. "Until I was 11, anyway. I wasn't sure. I thought a nurse for a little while. Around 15 I decided I wanted to be a Religious Sister - a nun. That... didn't work out so well."
Vesper hasn't told an Outsider this in a long time. The original townsfolk apart of her Catholic Parish never really talked about it. They understood it hurt her. But a lot -- if not all -- of the newcomers didn't know that she attempted to become a nun. But Vesper didn't know many Enks. They didn't interact with the Tribes all that often. Not to gossip over something that happened three years ago, anyway.