[Foster's never harvested a crop in his life(s)--not unless you count picking a bagful of assorted fruit from the orchard and presenting it to Muffet by surprise, anyway.
Naturally, he assumes his presence here is meant to be more animal than farmhand, a beast of burden--!
Not that it would have discouraged him from participating if the Drifter planned to use him otherwise. He barely even has hands, but he would have gone through the field stalk by stalk, clipping them off with his teeth if he had to.
He's discovering, however, that his claws might also be useful here. He can gather multiple plants between them and snap the off the heavy, grain-laden heads--leaving him with a pawful of plant matter, hopefully not too damaged by his idiotic handling.]
Runner... you can just say pack mule! It's not very subtle.
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Naturally, he assumes his presence here is meant to be more animal than farmhand, a beast of burden--!
Not that it would have discouraged him from participating if the Drifter planned to use him otherwise. He barely even has hands, but he would have gone through the field stalk by stalk, clipping them off with his teeth if he had to.
He's discovering, however, that his claws might also be useful here. He can gather multiple plants between them and snap the off the heavy, grain-laden heads--leaving him with a pawful of plant matter, hopefully not too damaged by his idiotic handling.]
Runner... you can just say pack mule! It's not very subtle.