The Sentinels but the well is dry

Right. Crab dinner. Sam added it to the long list of things the women in his life were demanding of him. The list ranged from crustsceans (pinchy) to skull thieves (still at large), and Solenya had just added a bunch of introspection and soul-searching to it that Sam was not ready for.

"After this, I promise," he said, and stopped her by way of a gentle nudge to the chest. "This? Smell." The tree to her left looked like the rest of them, but Sam had absolutely no idea what he was doing.