"There's always the bulletin board, if you want something more specific to guide you. I'd even say post something yourself, if you're feeling bold." Her hand retreats, tucking under the other arm with that hand still on her drink still gently steaming as she tips it back and forth in an idle motion. "I'm sure the other farmers will be able to get you set up with whatever they can spare. Everyone around here is weirdly neighborly to all of us strangers."