"We don't have a Netherworld. And our climates tend be fairly uniform throughout. You know, changing depending on where they are."

She pokes a finger into the dirt and ponders. Then pulls back to show off a few quickly growing bunches of parsley. They sway as she stops, still moving with the sudden weight and effort of new growth.

"Even in the mortal world. We have an Underworld, where mortal go when they die."