She smiles then, more real - it's been nestled into the base of her skull, since Dr. Watson had mentioned people going hungry, the need for more food, and especially since all the new arrivals would be taking from the stores. They all need to contribute, and something easy that would bulk up whatever's there? Better than a bunch of inexperienced hands taking up farmland and fucking it over.

"If it's easy to do, then it could certainly catch on to more than just here. I've never met a person who'd turn them down, and enough people with their own stores would mean that they know the food is there for them."

Briefly, she thinks of the myconids, and wonders if anyone there would have had a book on how to grow them best.

"Or not just food, some have more alchemical uses, but I'm getting the sense that food is the priority for the moment."