"Morning." A half-covered yawn flashes fangs and a curl of wolflike tongue. "Scoot over so I can use the pump?"

"Gladly," she says, stepping aside and stretching.

She takes a drink of water first, then fills the pitcher.

"Sleep well?" she asks, rubbing her eyes with one hand as she turns to head back into the house. "Also, how do you feel about lemonade?"

"Yes to both," she replies with a smile. "You?"

"Oh, I always sleep well," she says with inscrutable irony. "C'mon, let's make breakfast."

Breakfast turns out to be potatoes fried in butter; Lily is happy to delegate chopping them, but prefers to keep the stove all to herself.

She's quite content to chop the potatoes. her cuts precise and even.

Lily serves them each a big plate of potatoes with a tall glass of lemonade.

"This morning's vegetable is turnips; the afternoon's fruit is ringtail figs. Are you planning to stick around the whole day?"

"If you'll have me," she replies between bites of potatoes. "My agenda at this point is just earning enough food and supplies to get me from now through the first day in the city, so I'm here to be as useful as I can: help you with the picking, run trades around the lake for you, or anything else."

"I definitely wouldn't mind sending you to Palla with a couple of oranges every day to get fish for lunch or dinner. I don't leave the farm much; it does poorly without me."

"I would be delighted to, Lily," she says with a smile. Her words continue to be a bit drawn out compared to Sable's.

"Good! What do you think, fish for lunch today, or dinner? I buried yesterday's leavings but if we're going to be seeing a lot of fish in the next few days I could start boiling it to make stock."

She hums thoughtfully. "Count my vote for dinner, I think, but it's not a particularly strong preference. Time enough to get everything done and then hike off to visit Palla after."

She takes a sip of lemonade with a smile. "I have noticed another difference from my world. It's not a particularly large sample size, but I have yet to observe anyone eat any meat other than fish. Are there simply fewer non-sapient animals here?"

"...there... are animals, and there's people who eat them, but..." She shakes her head, looking disconcerted. "It's a little weird, you know? Eating something that could be your cousin. Obviously a far removed cousin, but these transformations do come from somewhere. Before there were peppers there were dogs, and all."

She nods, a look of comprehension on her face. "Entirely understandable, and simply something to adjust to. My step-mother, back home, is a vegetarian, so it's not an unfamiliar dietary shift, just an unfamiliar reason."

She takes another bite of potatoes and nods. "Oh, that reminds me of another question, though perhaps one for Hazel. Do you know if there are partial transformations? Human face and skin, but animal ears and tail?"

<Awwww, Maya! You didn't have to,> Sable interjects with a smile.

<Yes, I did, love. None of us would mind, but you were holding back on that out of some idea that it would be too selfish,> Maya replies.

"Oh, definitely!" she says readily. "And Hazel's who you'd ask if you want to make sure of a specific result. I hardly begin to know how it all works, but they're right on top of that sort of thing."

"Marvelous. They can likely color all that to match the hair and eyes, as well, I'm sure. Perhaps I should pay them another visit one of these days when I'm off to trade for fish, if there's spare time."

Slight smile. "You'll have spare time aplenty; I usually do all this work myself, after all."

"While you are the generous host whose time I hope to save," she replies with an answering smile, "but I see your point."

"Anyway." She finishes her lemonade. "Let's go dig turnips."

She finishes hers as well, clears her plate away, and nods. "Indeed."

She follows Lily outside.

Turnips! They come out of the ground. Turned up, you might say. Lily actually makes a stop in the barn before they start work, to pick up tools and suggest changing into some of her spare work clothes— "what you have on is lovely but it doesn't look meant to hold up to dirt. Did you get it from Hazel?"

"I did," she nods. "The previous set just fit so poorly on this new body."

She gladly changes into work clothes.

And then they can dig up turnips for half the morning! The work definitely does go faster with two of them.

Work, work work. Digging turnips is peaceful. "Do these cause a transformation too?", she asks.

She shakes her head. "Nope. The figs do, though; we'll be picking those this afternoon."