Tummy Rumblies

"Well I...my family doesn't come down to town much, so I'm not much like anyone else here, I don' think." Emmett said, though he couldn't imagine why the people here would be against Outlanders. It's not like they'd chosen to come, was it? From what he'd heard people had been brought over in their sleep, or completely unawares. "And you don' get a lot of meetings up by the Outskirts...People are scared of the barrier. But if you don' get close, it's fine." She said she'd been born in a 'kingdom', which immediately brought to mind pictures of pristine white palaces with endless bedrooms and flags fluttering in the breeze, the kind of things his sister had read in storybooks from the Atheneum as a child. Emmett felt massively poor and common all of a sudden. "I bet if you lived somewhere fancy like that though, you made more than stews, huh?" He did not have much experience of fine dining, but assumed it involved more than something that could be boiled in one pot. "I guess it's good it all works the same, so you can still work. It's good work, that. Helping people when they need it...one of my sisters died havin' a baby." Emmett looked off for a moment, knowing it was uncomfortable in front of a stranger but unable to stop the second of emotion. "...So I'm real glad you're here." He finally said, looking back to Phoebe with a smile. EMMETT You think that you're growing, but you're just tall