Tummy Rumblies

"Well I sure wish it was a when, Miss, but I haven't got your looks." Emmett smiled and cupped his face with his hands. "With a mug like this I'll be old and grey afore some lady takes pity." He was laughing enough that it was clear this didn't really bother him; he had never been too concerned with his appearance. His body was for working on the farm and making things grow, making sure it was pretty got in the way of that. He walked around the stall, holding out the basket to her when he got to the other side. Inside was a couple of onions, some herbs and half a cabbage. Enough for a couple of meals if she was smart with it in addition to the potatoes. "I've never heard 'Phoebe' before. But here you go, Phoebe, this should help you along with those." He nodded to the potatoes in her arms. "Oh-- and it's nice to meet you too. I don't often get to stay around here. I'm busy up at the farm..." Emmett looked up in the general direction of the Outskirts. "...Are you one'a the ones that came from the sky? I heard they were falling in every day a while back." EMMETT You think that you're growing, but you're just tall