Emily whispers, "Uh, don't listen to Pam."

"While Yoba watches over us, we don't really get direct communications."

"What sort of indirect communications do you get?"

"I hear from Yoba mostly in my dreams. Sometimes I dream that I'm levitating above a purple pyramid surrounded by palm trees and floating on clouds."

"Also I commune with animals, especially birds. I see Yoba's hand in that."

The man with the goatee and the apron is looking starry-eyed at Emily while she talks about her dreams. He takes another sip of his beer.

He'd take this moment to ask himself and his body whether he can tell if he's hungry, but the emotion-driven state of his churning stomach doesn't make it seem like he could get a clear answer.  He rather wishes he knew if he still needed food, or was going to be able to get it.

"How optional would you say sleep is, around here?  Can people easily stay up all night for a week or two, doing extra farming, if they feel like that?"

"Haha of course not! You will pass out if you try to stay up past 2am. And then you'll wake up in your own bed in the morning feeling awful and low energy. I don't recommend it."

"Suppose I asked you how you'd get from where you passed out, to your bed - does that seem like the sort of question that has an answer?"

"Y'know... I'm not sure how that works. It seems a little too direct for Yoba."

"If I had to guess, I'd ask Mayor Lewis about it? He knows how everything works around here."

"How does one find Mayor Lewis?  Or have him find you."

"Well, you could try staying up until 2am and then see if he's the one who drags you back to bed, haha!"

"Oh I guess that won't work because you'll be unconscious."

"But seriously, Mayor Lewis is probably at home at this hour on a Sunday evening. You can generally find him around town, like at Pierre's or by the community center."

"Is it bad if you tell me where his house is, and I go and knock on his door?"

"His house is really close to here, the big house just southeast of here. But he won't answer the door if it's too late at night, and it's probably already too late for tonight."

There sure are a lot of interesting things going on around him!  The main time-sensitive question is whether he's due to starve to death, assuming he's not already dead!  Possibly he can get life-sustaining ingredients for however many G he can earn per day, or alternatively--

"Do you happen to know if and how if it's possible to call a bus back to Zuzu?  I wouldn't be going back permanently, just long enough to get a few things, possibly."

"Oh, yes, of course there's a bus. That's how you got here, after all. I don't think you can call it so much as just go to the bus stop. The bus runs on demand."

"It did run on demand... now it'sss broken. Hic."

"Broke down earlier today."

Uh... huh.

"Does that happen often, and how long does it take to fix?"

Pam appears to pull herself together a little bit.

"Not too often but thisss was a bad one. We're going to need a lot of help... hic... to fix the busss."

And in a smaller voice:

"Meanwhile I'm out of a job."

"What... sort of help.  Does it by any chance require defeating a monster at the bottom of the mines."

"Most people in town don't really believe in the kind of help we probably need. I'm... a little embarrassed to talk about it."

"You can say it, Emily! We're all friends here!"

Clint looks like he wants to be more than friends.

Oliver has on his Listening Face.

"Okay, well..."

"Have you ever heard of... junimos?"

Emily looks like she might need a beer herself to get through this conversation. Oliver's expression is not helping.

"Oh don't be ridiculouss. That'sh a fairy tale. I think what we need is money. A great big fat pile of G."