You have mastered so much of the botanical art, my friend! To see that others understand its virtues, well, it gives me

You have mastered so much of the botanical art, my friend! To see that others understand its virtues, well, it gives me hope.

It is a pity you can digest so little of your own produce... but creating life is its own reward, is it not?

The Farmer has no more tasks for me. They tell me that their contract is at an end and that they will be returning to Gek territory.

As they discuss their leaving plans, they watch the ceiling carefully. It is unclear what they are looking at. Suddenly, Name grabs me, telling me not to trust the Overseer, that their fellow Gek may not even be a Gek at all. They seem to suggest that their food was somehow drugged...

But this can't be true. I've shared meals with the Overseer, and I am fine. They would never do anything to harm any of us. The Overseer only wants what is best.

A moment later the Farmer stops speaking. They assure me they were just joking, and beg me not to speak of this matter again.