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"I would never have guessed," he says, blinking. "Learn something new every day, I guess. Maybe I should make an effort to eat more sweet potatoes and soybeans."

He's joking, mostly, aware that if you could get any testosterone into your system by eating them that'd probably do more harm than good - there's a reason testosterone pills aren't a thing, as his endocrinologist has told him multiple times.

"What makes Cecil's potato magic, though?" he asks, at risk of falling down a conversational rabbit hole but too curious to possibly let it go without comment.

"It's endless! As soon as he cuts it, more reappears. Rather brilliant--- it got us through the famine over the winter! But it tasted normal. I'll check it, of course, but I'm fairly sure there's nothing untoward about it. Came from a goddess, last I heard." Sally idly works as she continues chatting, evidently grinding some herbs for something or other.

"Man, that sounds handy," he says. "Is there anything that guy can't do? Doesn't he have the weather thing going on, too?"

The mythology of Cecil, the mysterious voice on the radio has been building for Leon for some time now. Time will only tell how meeting him will change that.

"Anyway. Need me to clear out so you can focus? Or do you have time for a couple more questions?"

"The one thing he can't do is be honest about when he needs a break," Sally jokes. But it isn't a joke, not really. "But yes, he does have the weather thing. I think he's got a pretty good relationship with one of the, eh, the goddesses here?" The idea of believing in gods is strange. She hasn't in a long time. But it's hard to debate after having met one.

Leon snorts.

"Yeah, seems like that's a problem that a lot of people here have. Gotta wonder if that's part of the screening process before getting on the ferry." Leon's no exception to this and in fact only knows that there's other folks around running themselves ragged because he's something of an incurable busybody. It'd kind of make sense as a trait Mortanne and maybe the other three are looking for in people to help out around their island, but like Sally, Leon finds that kinda weird to think too hard about.

So he decides not to! Change of subject.

"Anyway," he continues. "When I was talking to Chris, they brought up that there's also... potions? That can do similar things to testosterone injections. I'm not sure I wanna swap over to that, but I did want to ask you how much you know about them, just in case."

"Right, potions! You'll want to talk to Aeryn Sallek about that. They're a, uh... Oh gosh they told me the word. A genderless person? An elf. They do the alchemy thing," Sally gladly informs him. Seems they're friends, not competitors. "Up High Street and hang a right on Millbank. Can't miss 'em."

Leon's glad to hear that, not wanting to seem ungrateful for the work Sally's putting in on his behalf despite his curiosity.

"Aeryn Sallek," he says. "And they're a they." Easier to commit that kind of thing to memory if he says it out loud, not to mention confirming that he's got the pronunciation right.

"I'll talk to them after this, thanks. Anyway, one last question - d'you or any of the other doctors around have the facilities for running blood labs here? I've been on the same dose for years without problems, but I'd feel better knowing where to go if something starts to feel off."

Regular testing as a preventative measure is an important part of staying healthy!!

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