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[standingonmyneck]

[Obviously, farming wasn't her style. But she knew she had to make money. As long as she was stuck in this place, she had to do what she could to survive. It was the first time she wasn't outright guaranteed a job of some kind. This was the frugal life, and she had to deal with it. But there had to be a better way to make some kind of profit. Anything to avoid breaking her feeble small body, she guessed.

Which meant Daria had to work at trying to make best out of her bad situation now (being whisked away AGAIN and all) and try...to do something about it. So for a few days, she spent extra time reading books. For research. Lots of research.



Which brought her to today. Now she had a question. She wasn't good at asking the public for things, or good with the public in general. But anyway, information. She needed it.]

I need some ginger root and glass jars. If anyone knows where I can get them pretty cheaply, I'd appreciate it. Thanks.

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[notjustbecauseihaveto]

Oh! I can help. I can find both of those and bring them to you. If you want.

[standingonmyneck]

Okay. What would you like for them?

[notjustbecauseihaveto]

Absolutely nothing. My internal computational matrix makes it so I'm very helpful and nice. I can't ask for anything in return. It's in my programming. I hope that's okay. If not, feel free to give me anything at all. I will treasure it forever regardless.

[standingonmyneck]

[...God, she had a headache.]

So if you're completely serious and ARE a robot/super computer, everyone here has to live off the land in some way. You're probably going to want something you could actually use.

[notjustbecauseihaveto]

You raise an interesting point. Could you help me make something for someone? I want to surprise him with the gift of a firing range. For target practice! Would that be okay to ask for?

[standingonmyneck]

[...Huh? She stared at this text, practically afraid to ask. But here she went.]

That depends on what that something is. Can you be more specific?

[notjustbecauseihaveto]

Of course! I want to make targets but I can't paint. I'm not programmed for that kind of creativity. Would you paint the targets for me?

[standingonmyneck]

[...Ah.]

Well...my friend is more of the painter type. She's not here. But if it's getting destroyed anyway, might not be the end of the world in the name of fair trade.

[Look, she can be bought with supplies. She's all about being fair.]

[notjustbecauseihaveto]

Hooray! I'll get the paint for you too. So all I have to ask of you is the labor. And if you feel like not giving me anything, that's okay too! I won't mind one bit if you back out of your half. I'll get to looking for ginger root and glass jars now.