"Oh, okay, like," Nerys says a word in Bajoran, "back home. Though it's not exactly a way I ever thought I'd be living." She laughs, with a faint shake of her head. "Expectations, I guess. And if we can make our own booze, then maybe that makes things a little less crappy." Okay, maybe more that it makes people forget that things are quite as crappy as they are, but they can't exactly be choosy.

She closes the door behind her, then grabs a couple of the curtain-towels hanging on the washline outside her house--fortunately they dry fast in this weather--before following Veronica up the road. "Mark doesn't seem to ever catch a break," she agrees. "Either it's too cold or too hot, there's too much rain or not enough. I mean, even without climate control technology, I'm pretty sure farming isn't always this difficult, right?"

Not that Vee will know much about it, either.