"They could," she allows. "Mint takes over fucking everything. It's just not a priority when you can grow just a bit more squash or potatoes instead of a half plot of basil, feed everyone two extra days instead of seasoning a few pots of stew."

And Alexandria makes a lot of stew.

"You had a cook?" She glances up from finishing her second helping, from giving herself more of the chicken. She is, though, slowing down. "Who is Jayadeep?"