She thinks about that, tries to judge how hungry she is - hard when she's being better fed that she ever remembers. I... don't mind? she offers honestly.

Snack has the advantage that we don't need to move, she sends, and then fills a bowl with sunflower seeds and navigates it over.

It's good that you do okay with nuts; they're another thing that's good in your situation, and we can make a fair amount of things with them. Like cookies. She sends an impression of a peanut butter cookie. Those are really easy to make, too, they're one of the first things Daisy picked up when she was learning to cook.

That is definitely an advantage that Rhoda approves of. She'll wait for Pradnakt to take some of the sunflower seeds before she takes some.

She nods slightly along with the comments about nuts being good for her situation, but seems more interested in the idea of making the cookies than actually eating them.

She takes some, much munch.

We could make some now, if you'd like. They're kind of a lot of work, with sunflower seeds, but we have all the stuff for it.

Rhoda's munching on them as well.

I would like..., she starts, and then pauses. If it's not too much trouble?

If it was I wouldn't've offered. She gives her a squeeze, then straightens up a bit and brings over a burlap bag and set of wooden frames with variously sized wire mesh stretched out inside from the cabinet the shelled seeds came from.

We don't keep too many hulled sunflower seeds around; they go bad pretty easily in the heat. So the first step is to get the shells off of some more, and for that we need a bunch that are all the same size, so they can go in the machine together. She takes a scoop of seeds out of the bag, examines them, and selects a pair of frames. For that, we'll use these - the biggest ones will stay inside and the smaller ones will fall out, and we'll keep those for later. She demonstrates, putting her scoop of seeds into the frame and shaking it gently.

Rhoda copies her, face serious as she concentrates on separating the seeds through the frame.

Mmhmm, just like that. We need about two cups - impression - so it shouldn't take long.

It doesn't, but Rhoda continues to attend to it with the same seriousness (although she seems to find something soothing in the repetitive actions).

Okay, that's good. Now we'll use the mill to crack the hulls - it needs to be set just smaller than the seeds, so the hull cracks but the nut inside doesn't. She replaces the sack of seeds and the sifters, and shows Rhoda how to adjust the mill to the right size. Don't put too many in at once, you don't want it to jam.

She follows the instructions as best she can, not overloading the mill - although perhaps the amount is a little bit on the cautiously small size.

That's fine; she won't benefit from micromanaging, and it's a small enough batch that it won't take too much longer this way.

Okay, the next thing we need to do is separate the hulls from the seeds. The usual way to do that is with a fan, but since I can just move air around myself, we don't have one; if you end up wanting to do this a lot, we'll get you one. Either way, it needs to be done outside, it's pretty messy.

She doesn't quite understand why it has to be done this way, but assumes it will become clear shortly. She'll help gather up the seeds to they can be carried outside, eager to see the next part.

She heads around back to the goat pen; the chickens gather around excitedly. The bad seeds will get blown away, too, and the chickens will find them; it's a treat for them, she explains, and then she sets the tray on a rock and directs a gust of wind at it, sending hulls flying.

Rhoda watches, fascinated, and in awe as Pradnakt directs the wind. ...So, the shells and the bad seeds are lighter than the ones you-we need?

Mmhmm. There'll be a few shells left, but not many, and we can just pick those out. She gives the tray a shake and repeats the process.

She nods her understanding, and keeps watching, wondering just how far Pradnakt's abilities stretch, just what the woman is capable of - and if there's anything she can't do.

She chuckles when she hears Rhoda wondering. The Force is pretty versatile, yeah. There are some things I don't have the practice to do, but nothing that's liable to come up here - battle stuff, mostly; I can hold my own in a fight, of course, but I've never wanted to be anywhere near the war. Might be some Jedi stuff, too, but I don't think so.

There's a war going on? she tilts her head. (She thinks, if her ability is still working, whether she might be able to be useful there, but dismisses it. She doesn't want to leave here, not if she doesn't have to.) ...Jedi? That's another unfamiliar term.

Yeah; we're nowhere close to it, you don't need to worry about it. Jedi are the other kind of Force user, and I don't know a lot about them that isn't just rumor, but they use the Force a different way, so they're weaker than Sith, and there are a few things Sith can do that Jedi usually can't and vice versa - electricity attacks, for Sith, and healing, for Jedi, are the well-known ones. I can do both of those, though.

There's a slight shudder at the idea of electricity attacks, but then curiosity. How can you do both if usually you can't? And then a horrified look flashes over her face, because that is probably something personal that she shouldn't ask about (not that she thinks she's supposed to ask questions anyway). Sorry. Didn't mean to pry.

It's fine, she sends, and then thinks for a moment, leaning against the fencepost, before continuing. What makes someone a Sith or a Jedi is how they're trained; the Force acts differently depending on how you use it, and we're taught to use it in very different ways. Sith start learning when they're about your age, usually, but I noticed the Force on my own a few years before that, and I'd figured out how to do a little bit of healing by the time Pritruth found me.

It's not easy, switching to using the Force like a Jedi, and it makes me weaker like a Jedi for a little while when I do it, but I like that I can.

She relaxes slightly, obviously trusting Pradnakt to be honest about it being okay and not answer if she didn't want to. It does sound useful, she agrees. (How many times could she have done with the ability to heal something?) She starts to ask another question about the Jedi, and then stops, remembering that Pradnakt had said she didn't know much beyond rumours. She does however make one leap. The Sith and Jedi don't get on do they?

We don't; that's who the war is with.

I don't think either side is right, exactly. I'm happier as a Sith than I would have been as a Jedi, if the rumors are even close to true, and I think that would be the case for most people, but - she sighs. Jedi are awful to their own; Sith are awful to everybody else, most of the time. And the war just makes that worse.

Rhoda wraps her arms around herself, looking down. People should just let other people be. She doesn't seem entirely conscious of thinking that coherently, but it definitely comes through (tied to how much easier life would be if she wasn't constantly worrying about visions happening).

But this discussion wasn't why they were out here. Do we need to do anything else to the...? she gestures at the tray.