Kostas, a Pane made directly from the god Pan himself, neglected his duties. Many of his flock were lost to disease and predators until a crone curses him, making him pay for his abandonment. His flesh now the bark of a olive tree, his hand and legs now its branches and roots. The human healer Olive needs oil. The palliative elements of the natural remedy will help many people she serves. While out searching for fresh fruit, Olive discovers more than she bargained for. When the air becomes thick, fogging her brain, she's in for a wild afternoon. This is a steamy, slightly absurd, insta-love short story with open door scenes.