Lattarya slowly walked over the gravel path, hearing the occasional clicking of Akemi's expensive picture-machine, while the light walking sounds of the shapeshifter and the young boy followed her not so far away. Soon they walked on the right side of a large warehouse, clearly made in recent times as the modern pre-made walls clashed with the century-old majority of the farm's buildings and, as they approached, a wide gravel-covered area appeared on their left side, with heavy machinery and vehicles parked or manoeuvring inside other smaller warehouses, while the sound of hammers and other mechanical components echoed in the bigger one; Lattarya stopped and turned her equine body, whose unrelenting lactacting breasts soaked a vast majority of her white breastfeeding-shirt into transparence and looked at Jason <<Mister Jason, Here's Master Osumi's domain>> said her with a giggle <<...he can fix your vehicle in an instant, at least until you reach the city with... well... someone that understands cars better than farming machines...>><br/><br/><<Sh-shall i ask him?>> said her, afterall, to have a stranger to ask to such a favour would have been rude to hear for Osumi, while she, Lattarya, worked around him for years...