"Tis difficult to make things grow in Cornwall. The ground is tough and filled with minerals, which makes for decent mining, but terrible gardens, and the winds are cold and brutal. I hid some flowers and vegetables around one sheltered corner of the house, but even there, with the winds ever changing, twas so hard to make them flourish."

She'd longed for a garden. Even here in Darrow it's something she dearly wishes for, though she knows such a thing isn't possible while she and Ross still live in their apartment and she doesn't expect their situation to change any time soon. For now she grows herbs in a box under one of the windows and she has a small tomato plant in one corner, but nothing so fancy as her own real garden.

"Tacos," she says, then smiles at the fond memory. Demelza has discovered herself truly a woman who loves food nearly as much as any other physical pleasure. "Oh, they're... well, I think 'ee must try 'em to really know. They have meat and spices and tomatoes and something I'd never had before called avocado and you can get 'em spicy or not and tis all wrapped up in a... a... shell? Tis made of corn or wheat. I shall take you one evening, there's a place that makes them very close to where I live and they serve drinks made with sweet ice."