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Lucas hummed an agreement about the farmers, wrinkling his nose. Smelly work for poor people, in his opinion, and not something he would deign to look into himself. Pretty little growing boxes outside an infirmary, though? Now that was more his cup of tea, especially in this lovely little establishment they'd set up for themselves. Phoebe sounded familiar to him as well, and Lucas laughed suddenly as he realised where he'd heard the name. "You know, I swear that's Jata's latest hole," he said, folding his arms. "Perhaps we should chat with him, see if he can pull strings with this midwife, get ourselves growing something worth trading." LUCAS don't you know there ain't no devil it's just god when he's drunk