Tummy Rumblies

"Well...I aight ever seen 'im, so I dunno if he's a good person or not. But Ma says he helps with the crops, so..." Emmett shrugged. He had never been one for theological matters, having been raised to deal with practicalities. "I 'spose if he shows up sometime I might say thanks. But I dunno if he even hears me when I pray 'n stuff." "'Course I met girls before. There's Jenny up at the farm, n' Susie, n' Maria, n' Celeste..." He began to list off names, counting them on his fingers as he went. None of them would mean anything to Phoebe, but it would hopefully prove he wasn't just interested because he had no other options. She was genuinely beautiful and besides, he thought her being an Outlander was interesting as all heck. To his delight, Emmett found conversation flowed easily from that point on. Phoebe was fun and easy to talk to, the vegetable stall a comfortable enough place to sit and chat (with the occasional interruption from a customer). By the end of his shift, he was sure it was the best day at the market he'd ever had. When he left that day, he promised her he'd see her again, then packed up the cart, waiting until she'd left to transform and hitch it to himself. That bit was undignified for a lady to see, he thought. EMMETT You think that you're growing, but you're just tall