"S'what ya get for bein' a fop," says the man just moments ago was complaining about a lack of makeup for himself. "Borin' work that we all have ta do anyway." All of it dull and useless, considering what the farm goes through, but he's pretty sure that's half the point. How long until people give up to fall to the bottom? How long until they give up in general?

Neverending tedium and insurmountable odds aren't a good look.

"Anyway, the fruit might be poison. It's one thing when the cookhouse gave ya somethin' weird on a plate, and another here." He clicks his tongue. "I'll be goin' ta the waterin', if I can get it. Just so ya know." He winks over at Tyki.