She was on the verge of reminding him that her dreams had been filled with 
seeds for the last several years, and that every story she had seen in her 
Primer had been replete with them: seeds that grew up into castles; dragon's 
teeth that grew up into soldiers; seeds that sprouted into giant beanstalks 
leading to alternate universes in the clouds; and seeds, given to hospitable, 
barren couples by itinerant crones, that grew up into plants with bulging pods 
that contained happy, kicking babies.