The weather report says that today will be a clear, sunny day.

The fortune teller says the spirits are very happy today! They will do their best to shower everyone with good fortune!

Livin' Off the Land still seems to be showing the same program as last night.

Off to the outside!  What does it take to plant a packet of parsnips?  What does it take to plant 15 of them?  Does Oliver have mysterious knowledge about that?  Does he know how long it takes parsnips to grow, and how much money they sell for?  Does he only know what the seed packet sells for?  Does he only know how long it'll take the parsnips to grow after they start growing?

Upon arriving outside, Oliver feels strongly that he should possibly check the mailbox!

Planting each parsnip seed will require: a square of farmland free of debris; hoeing that square such that the dirt is tilled; placing the parsnip seed; watering that square.

It will take four days for the parsnips to grow, if he remembers to water them every day, and they will probably sell for 35G, unless they are of surprisingly high quality given everything.

The seed packets will sell for 10G each.

...If he stares hard at himself internally, can he tell whether there's a good thing or a bad thing in the mailbox in advance of checking it?

Um.

Can he?

He can't, nope. He just thinks there's probably something in the mailbox.

WELL HE'D BETTER CHECK THE MAILBOX THEN!

Inside the mailbox there is a letter from Emily!

The letter is written on thick paper with a watercolor gradient from pink to purple to blue in the background, and sparkly silver ink. It smells nice.

"Dear Oliver,

I just wanted to thank you for a lovely evening last night. I had so much fun with you and I am glad you have moved to Pelican Town. I have put your daffodil in a vase and I will treasure it always.

In memory of our fun experiments with food and the cash register and so on, I am enclosing a recipe for salad. That was our first experiment together! Also, I really hate fish tacos so I didn't want that to be what we remembered.

fondly,

Emily.

P.S. I still have 0G this morning. How about you? Did it work? I am so confused about why I never make any money. I don't want it to work like that anymore."

There is a notecard enclosed with the recipe for salad. Oliver can't actually make it yet, without the kitchen, but maybe someday. It takes one leek, one dandelion, and one vinegar to make salad.

Well that seems at least a little like a somewhat programmed response to his romantic overtures, mixed in with what sounds like a real person.  If Oliver is not currently hungry--is he?--then he may actually have the moral leisure to check out how old Emily looks in daylight; and also whether she's in fact, like, 1 day old in some important sense; and whether or not the part of herself that can be confused about why she doesn't make money is looking sideways at the part of herself that will always treasure daffodils.

Salad-wise, Oliver will keep an eye out for dandelion seed packets, he supposes.  He always wanted to have a nice patch of garden full of dandelions but for some reason his parents and neighbors always objected.

Not hungry at all!

Good good.  It's always nice to have moral leisure.  Oliver is aware about himself that he may eventually end up forming a very problematic relationship, he does not want to live out the rest of whatever life this is being celibate, but it's good to have the leisure to pick out some woman on the efficient frontier of being most hot and least morally problematic.

Oliver will now attempt to plant a packet of parsnips and see how that goes.

There are also other villagers! Possibly Oliver will want to meet them also!

Anyway!

Oliver had previously cleared more than 15 squares of land. He tills the soil and places the seeds with no trouble, but then discovers that his watering can is empty.

And his right elbow still doesn't hurt or anything, after last night's work and this morning?

What part of 'Oliver feels fit and energized and ready to tackle the day' felt uncompelling the first time, such that it might be more clearly stated on future mornings?

Oliver marches off toward the pond on his property, unless he has mysterious knowledge about some other way of filling a watering can.

Oliver dips the watering can in the pond and it is no longer empty!

What amazing alternate physics!  Next, he will water a parsnip!

Oliver successfully waters a parsnip and the watering can is still mostly full!

He'll go on watering those fucking parsnips for as long as that can holds out!

The can fucking holds out for all 15 fucking parsnips!

(And is still more than half full.)

And is he now, like, sweaty, or overheated, or...

He is no longer quite as fresh as when he first woke up but is still feeling pretty good on the whole. Not hungry, not tired, not sweaty, not overheated. Elbow in perfect working order.

"Yeah, fuck realism."

Oliver will maybe get bored with 'farming' eventually, he can guess he'll later wish this world does not want him to go on planting parsnips forever.  But for now, at least, playing along with neo-reality is not actually feeling that bad.

Has he got anything else he could plant?

Upon rummaging through his backpack, Oliver finds that he has:

- all five tools (pickaxe, axe, hoe, watering can, scythe)

- an assortment of detritus he got when he was clearing the field last night (17 wood, 5 stone, 3 fiber, 4 hay, 1 mixed seeds)

- oh hey he actually still has the salad from the bar last night!

Also, that's 11 things, and there is only one spot left in his backpack after that.