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[ If her friends back home could see her now, North is pretty sure they would be laughing. Well, they would be laughing but also proud of her for going with this strange new experience and that's good enough for her.
She is standing by the farmhouse, decked out in sensible rough trousers and a tank top, and heavy boots Einar had provided for her. There is a look of determination on her face as she surveys the potato field she will be working on today.
It's picking potatoes. It can't be that hard, though she has certainly not been built as a farming android and has no programming to give her innate knowledge what to do. As such, North will be listening attentively as Einar explains the work and takes them to the field for a demonstration. ]
Never thought I'd find myself working on a farm...
noon
[ It's lunch break for the field workers and now it's more obvious than before that North is no human. While the others are eating, she is just standing a little aside from the group, no sweat on her forehead from the hours of physical labor and no exhaustion showing on her face.
She looks content though, and even willing to join the group, albeit more to listen than to speak. ]
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