First Aid nods gravely. "I was so scared, when I realized the town was running short on food. We're so lucky that the goddesses gave Cecil that sweet potato, and that only few people got suck. And we're lucky that we got a few newcomers who are interested in farming. This spring we need to try our hardest to plant a surplus -- and I do mean we." He laughs slightly. "If anyone needs help with plowing, I volunteer. Put these servos to good use."