[She pauses, there's still some of her weird rolled sandwich left. A wrap, with things in. So many strange foods here she'd never heard of. Then there's a snort, a small dismissive noise.]
Yeah, a system. The farms outside the city sell their produce, we pay for it.
[Complete deadpan from the fae. One day, her own crops would have grown enough to eat.]
no subject
Yeah, a system. The farms outside the city sell their produce, we pay for it.
[Complete deadpan from the fae. One day, her own crops would have grown enough to eat.]