Amaya had spent a lot of time squinting at Lucille's bizarre text, which sounded to her like it was supposed to be some sort of code for something, but if there was some sort of secret code they were used to comminicate by, she apparently missed the memo. But she didn't want to leave her hanging, so she figured she could just make something up and clarify if needed.

And the celery stalks at midnight. Got it.

Say, I've also been meaning to ask you about some special orders on seeds. The greenhouse is looking like it could use a little make-over these days.