As I see the pantleg move along I exhale slowly, having held my breath for various minutes in suspended silence. Good thing he didn't notice me, never mind he was not one of the hostile ones. At the same time I feel good about not having unloaded my gun on him, thus still having four rounds left, not to mention a clear conscience. Let's celebrate this with some grub:
I run over to the pinkish-blue flowers and a sense of familiarity overcomes me, so I dig in with both hands: Once I'm done with the flowers I even dig up the roots and crunch down on them accompanied by the leaves. What a meal! With a pleasantly full stomach I lean back thinking: I really hope these plants were what I think they were...
OPTION 1 please.