If we're low on tea then I'm guessing coffee beans are a pipe dream?

( That was another thing they took for granted in Storybrooke. But if they're a few years into a war, random outposts were hardly going to be a place getting the priority rations. Something like that might go to soldiers in drawn out struggles for morale, or the leadership. Frankly, yeah, if she was as connected here as she was back home, she'd probably be battling the urge to help Granny hoarde coffee.

This is not the time to be thinking coffee. )

What's our independent crop situation like? I haven't even gotten my head around how big this place is, but are there like... greenhouses, gardens? Does Kirkwall have any agriculture or is it just...

( "Depressing?" She doesn't say it, but she feels it intensely. )

God, I'm sorry. We don't need to talk about supply lines, my wartime and diner experience just collided in the wildest way.