Well, I guess they just don't get how desperately we need rubber duck seeds... If you can't find any more space—I was recently called a hoarder—I'd be happy to take a few and stash them in my bat cave
But I heard rumors of you being an expert für creating special seeds, I would like to plant some Arctic Shards bc of their nice blue shade... You know where to get them?
As our intrepid exploratrix proceeds through the far and quite chilly lands of the midnight sun, she notices how very dark it is for a place with that sunny reputation. Waving down a band of waddling locals, she asks about the location of any local shards and is pointed in the general direction of the way she came. Fearing she's been traveling in circles, vision blunted by the swirling snows, she asks whether Arctic Shards were perhaps common or if not, where there might be a local deli as she had a hankerin' for some pastrami and this seemed the type of weather where an indoor loo is more necessity than modern convenience.
Once the locals recover from laughing their strange honking laugh and generally rolling around the snow dissolved in mirth, they inform that this place only had Antarctic Shards and the Arctic ones were left to the bears in that place over there. No, not there, keep going. No really you're doing fine, you're totally super close now!
Oh.
Oops.
I guess I had my phone upside down the while time. I bet this never happened with paper maps!
One short boat ride to a noticeably more northern locale with rather brighter sun but not overly better weather, our now even more well-traveled adventurix finds just the rare seeds she'd been commissioned to seek, not without the help of some tall furry and very fair-furred locals. She couldn't help but notice there were none of the short waddly ones around and asked about this. "They think we taste good so the Council came to the wise decision that we could deal with it being light for the other half of the year and we emigrated."
"But you're bigger, why didn't you just eat them?!"
"Bleah, have you
tasted them? Just like chicken and they're all bony knees and disgusting feathers that get up your nose and stuck in your throat!" Tall, fair, and muscly made a gagging sound.
Hm, better take Antarctic Chicken off the menu then.