You let Lyme do the choosing at the market. But he keeps buying potatoes. The muddier, the better, as far as he's concerned. When you gently prompt him to consider other vegetables, he just stares at you. […]
[…] he chooses mushrooms of various types, potatoes, turnips - he has an affinity with things that are still covered in the mud they grew in. You return with a full basket. Something red glimmers in his eyes as he thanks you for your help.
