The farmer was thinking hard, and Jigano was content to sit and give him space for his thoughts to percolate. Analogies and metaphors comparing anything else to humans were always messy, imperfect things; people were too complicated to be condensed down to an easy platitude. But easy answers weren't the point, necessarily, though they were nice. His questions were meant to get Emmett thinking, to give him a constructive direction to take those thoughts other than the hopelessness and confusion their conversation had begun with. Where those thoughts took the other man, Jigano might not get to see until much later, but it would, he hoped, be better than bitter acceptance and resignation to the yoke that was being tightened around all the people of the Hollowed Grounds.
He didn't chuckle at Emmett's confusion over his question about bread, but he did smile a bit broader and nod his head, glad that he already knew of the baker. That would make things simpler. "No, I don't need anything like that. Amalia makes a fine enough crust for me, as well. But if you're looking for others who might be wanting to bake a loaf that the new Queen will choke on for taking too big a bite out of these lands, the Chandrakant is a good place to begin." Now he chuckled, nodding to the field. "And like things here, it'll be easier with many hands to help with the recipe."
He didn't chuckle at Emmett's confusion over his question about bread, but he did smile a bit broader and nod his head, glad that he already knew of the baker. That would make things simpler. "No, I don't need anything like that. Amalia makes a fine enough crust for me, as well. But if you're looking for others who might be wanting to bake a loaf that the new Queen will choke on for taking too big a bite out of these lands, the Chandrakant is a good place to begin." Now he chuckled, nodding to the field. "And like things here, it'll be easier with many hands to help with the recipe."
