The shady hooded man offered the objet delicately, as if it was moments from crumbling. Now I have a choice. Save my mother, or acquire the most beloved thing in the world. The Pine. The Pine has only been on earth for a couple of centuries, and compared to the other delicacies we’ve had, it is simply childlike, but I could not help but admire it’s ridged points. It resembles very much to a pineco...