Engine's still not here yet. Might be another week. Or three. It's leaving me itching to do something. There's still the frame, which means there's still the aluminum, which means there's still the bauxite, which means there's still Arkansas. Maybe on Sunday. I'll need to scope out camping areas we can map from.

Tsu'na was kind of quiet after her corn-gathering, but not arms-length quiet. We haven't really talked about all the thinking she did; I suspected we needed to, but I'm letting her pick the time.

In the meantime I thought I'd broaden her cuisine exposure a little. "How about I introduce you to barbecue for lunch?"

"What is barbecue?"

"Classic meaning is stuff cooked on a grill, but it also includes pulled pork, which is slow-cooked until it can be pulled off the bone."

She contemplated my face. "Are you giving me a choice, Husband?"

Wasn't sure where that came from. "Of course, my love. Whatever you want."

"Guiseppe's?"

"If you want."

"Burger King?"

She must have seen one from the bus. "If you want."

"Japanese steak house?"

Highway billboard, maybe? "A little expensive, but if you want."

She nodded, still studying my face. "I think I want to try barbecue today."

"Excellent choice, my love."

I searched for barbecue in Tulsa and came up with a place called Knuckle Sandwich BBQ (which, oddly enough, didn't have pig knuckles on the menu, but did feature a pig in boxing gear on the sign). On the bus ride over, we talked about greenhouses and plexiglass. I haven't tried any of Tsu'na's plastic recipes yet; I really should, to make sure they work for me.

I ordered us a little of everything when we got there. We talked about how to make recipes for it all. Pulled pork looked like a good use for the pork we got from the pig culling. Brisket was more of a question...it's beef, yes, but a particular cut of beef. I don't know if the beef we get from cows can work as "proto-beef" to synthesize brisket, or if we needed to buy some, make a recipe, and then see if it started dropping from cows.

"Are you thinking of a pulled pork pie, Husband?"

"Maybe. Maybe pulled chicken too. Brisket might be weird as a pie."

"Must everything we make be pies? Could we not cook meals?"

"For the diner crowd? That feels like it'd encroach on the Hartmans. Besides, this is shtick. We're the people who do the pies. Gives it a sort of food-truck vibe."

"What is a food truck?"

"That'll be tomorrow's lunch."

We hadn't really targeted food crops in our harvesting, but it seems we can find cabbage and beans fairly easily, so cole slaw and baked beans wouldn't be a problem. Tsu'na demonstrated yesterday that corn is still gatherable out of planting season, though she'd already gotten started on converting all her corn to corn oil, so cornbread would have to wait.

After lunch we visited Sunny Side Up Garden Shop to look at greenhouses. I've heard of improvised (dare I say "redneck"?) greenhouses made from PVC pipe and mylar. I was expecting to need to make a steel frame for plexiglass panels. Cedar was a surprise. It's sturdy, it stands up to weather like treated pine, it's bug-repelling, and it apparently grows all over most of Oklahoma. Except the part immediately surrounding Wyatt, which is why we hadn't found it before.

I got out my phone and took pictures of how the greenhouse at the shop went together, especially how the plexiglass panels fit in the frame.

"What are you doing, Husband?"

"Taking pictures of the walls and stuff so we can build our own."

"Taking...pictures?"

"Yeah, see? I point the back of the phone at what I want a picture of, then I press this button on the screen and it takes a picture. I can open up the gallery and see the pictures I've taken."

"Can my phone do this too?"

I must have taken tens of thousands of screenshots in FF14, but Tsu'na had never seen or used a camera. I walked her through opening the photo app and checking the gallery. I set her phone up to backup to Google Photos and linked our accounts so we could see each other's pictures. I showed her how to add captions in Photos and how to group pictures into albums.

She took a couple practice pictures, including one of me, then wandered through the center taking pictures of some of the flowers and statuary while I checked out the seed selection. When we finished and Returned to Wyatt, she said, "I want to explore. I will meet you for dinner," and headed toward town.

I camped at the Pit while I researched construction. The frame looks easy enough, though it'll need to be anchored. I want to avoid a concrete pad if we're putting it near the Pit or on the Hartmans' property, and a flagstone-and-gravel base would be better for drainage. And we might need lights and water...more wiring, and now plumbing as well. But probably nothing we can't handle.

Between looking at materials and reading websites and watching how-to videos, I didn't really think about what Tsu'na might be up to for a couple hours. Not until Sam came out of the back and asked me, "There a reason yer wife took a picture of me?"

Exploring. Huh. "I showed her how to take pictures with her phone. Guess she's going a little nuts with it."

"Might wanna tell her some people don't like gettin' their pictures taken."

"I'll pass that on, yeah."

I checked my phone. Sure enough, there were 53 alerts about new pictures added to Tsu'na's Photos account. I pulled up her images, starting with the garden center ones. After that were shots from around town. I recognized most of the buildings -- May's market, the thrift store, the post office, the library -- but needed her captions to know the town had a doctor I hadn't met.

She took some pictures inside the library, including one of Mrs. Hobbes at her desk. Then there was a picture of her with a smiling little girl...seems Tsu'na was being taught how to do a selfie. The next picture had her with two little girls, the next one four; apparently all the kids wanted pictures with the Cat Lady. Hope that doesn't spook the parents.

After that she worked her way back across town, getting a couple shots of the diner with Mrs. Hartman behind the counter. Then the front of the Pit, then the workshop, and then, yes, there was Sam at the bar's back door holding a beer keg and looking surprised.

The last pictures were of a two-story house I didn't know, a set of exterior stairs leading to a door, and a sleepy-looking fat calico cat on a couch with the caption "Snuggles". She'd mentioned Snuggles before...it meant she went back to May's place.

There was a bit of a gap after that one. I checked the map and saw she'd gone home, maybe to wash up before the night's work, so I packed up and headed to the diner.

She showed up a few minutes after I got there, looking impishly happy. "Taking pictures is fun."

"Glad you enjoyed it. How'd you get into May's place?"

"I followed her in again."

"And taking pictures doesn't break Stealth?"

"No, though Snuggles saw me again. May did not seem to. Perhaps we could be spies. Are spies paid well?"

"Depends on who and what they're spying for. But for now I'd rather avoid causing people to spy on us."

"Then perhaps I can..." She typed a bit on her phone. "...become a paparazzo? What is a paparazzo?"

"It's like a spy but more obnoxious."

"I suppose I will continue to throw men around in cages, then."

"Good to keep your day job."