Meadowlark Prairie Here I am…. A tumbleweed.

"Well, when I was out in the wilds for the first time on my own entirely, I did not have easy time finding food," Dwin began to tell. "So, it was often that I went to sleep feeling hungry. And in order to help with that, I used to think of food and all the folk tales I had heard about it," she told. "For example, a magic deer-skin. When you say - Food is served! - all kinds of tasty stuff appears on it," she said. 

"Would be very handy to have such deer-skin, don't you think?" she mused, looking over at Cassidy. "What would you want to appear on it, if you had it? What is your favourite food?"