He nodded and turned his attention back to the soil, gently prying a red bulb out of the ground in a brief rain of dirt.

"Beets," he supplied helpfully, the nodded over to another patch he had yet to get to. "Turnips, radishes- things that grow underground, mostly."

Eleven massaged the wilted tops of the beet he'd pulled up with a soft frown- more a testament to the cold than his skill, but the vegetable itself would be fine. "I wish we had onions, but they're more likely to rot, so we're doing what we can."

He set the beet aside and started work on unearthing the next. "How are you faring so far?"