        Nevertheless, she thought it might be interesting to see what he would do if she offered him something, so she nosed a carrot off her saddlebags and nodded at him.  He seemed to understand the gesture, because he picked it up and examined it critically.  It wasn’t that impressive, in her opinion: when they were in season, Golden Harvest dragged carrots twice as big to market by the bushel.  This was a early spring carrot, and while it didn’t look as good as the ones that she produced later in the year, in Lyra’s opinion these were much more flavorful.  As strange as it seemed, the cooler ground somehow seemed to concentrate the flavor.