QUOTE : Annie grinned at her two silent companions, then at Julian. “One of you must give me your seed.” All residual chuckles from his friends stopped abruptly. Julian held on to a flicker of doubtful hope that she might have mistaken them for wandering farmers. “I think we might have, like, half of an apple. You’re welcome to whatever seeds you can –” “The seed of your loins!” said Annie. “I wish to bear a child before I’m too old to do so.” “Surely, you’ve got plenty of time,” Julian lied. Her face looked like Yoda’s scrotum.