Tummy Rumblies

"Naturals? Huh. I don't see that you're any less natural than me, but..." Emmett scrunched up his nose for a moment as he considered it, then shrugged. "'Spose there must be a reason for it." People seemed to come up with names and terms in the town weekly without informing those on the Outskirts, and the best thing to do was to learn as quickly as he could and go along with it. Phoebe seemed nervous to accept his invitation. Emmett internally kicked himself. Idiot, girls don't like sittin' with a load of onions. But to his surprise she then softened and said yes. With a grin he stepped back and behind the stall, motioning for her to follow then holding an old wooden chair out for her to sit in. "So where you come from...do you have potatoes? ...No, that's a dumb question." He laughed and rubbed the back of his neck, tried to think of another. "Were you a midwife back there too? I heard of the places were real weird. Does it all...work the same there?" He was not at all shy about reproduction, having grown up birthing calves and doing everything else that came with with farm animals. EMMETT You think that you're growing, but you're just tall