Oh! [He's surprised. And then genuinely pleased, under his comfortable, calm-and-pleasant affect. Oh. Well.
[A throat-clearing sound. Ah, here's a piece of nostalgia.]
All sorts. My ma was farm-caste, and she hadn't any siblings, so by the times I was born, it were just us on our plot. We hads a nice thick mat of lichen and a mushroom fields, and my old man would cultivates these enormous glow-caps, it mades the neighbors so sodding jealous, I thought they'd scream. When my sister was old enough she gots the idea to squeeze 'em into wine. Mushrooms wine! You'd a thoughts it was a crazy idea, but it was crazy enough to work. We never wents thirsty.
'Course, we'd just farms dirt every fourth year, to keeps the stone from souring it, but we always hads nugs. Ma and I would breeds 'em fancy for showings at the fairs, but we mades our livings on meats and dairy. Practical stuff, you knows?
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[A throat-clearing sound. Ah, here's a piece of nostalgia.]
All sorts. My ma was farm-caste, and she hadn't any siblings, so by the times I was born, it were just us on our plot. We hads a nice thick mat of lichen and a mushroom fields, and my old man would cultivates these enormous glow-caps, it mades the neighbors so sodding jealous, I thought they'd scream. When my sister was old enough she gots the idea to squeeze 'em into wine. Mushrooms wine! You'd a thoughts it was a crazy idea, but it was crazy enough to work. We never wents thirsty.
'Course, we'd just farms dirt every fourth year, to keeps the stone from souring it, but we always hads nugs. Ma and I would breeds 'em fancy for showings at the fairs, but we mades our livings on meats and dairy. Practical stuff, you knows?