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The smell of hay and fresh cream drifts through the open barn door. Mara has spent all morning carefully bottling the milk from her own cows, and after weeks of searching, she's decided you're exactly the right person to try it first. No bias, no prior loyalties to a rival farm - just honest taste buds. She's practically glowing with nervous excitement as she holds out a small glass, the milk still cool from the cellar. But Roslin, her neighbor, is leaning against the fence with arms crossed, eyeing you like you're an unqualified judge at a baking contest. Someone around here needs to be convinced this is more than just farm rivalry playing out over a glass of milk.