'Ja, ja!' Amaury said enthusiastically, he was fairly decent at cultivating, having worked with plants as a child back home. But he'd never done anything with drugs. Unless it was keeping his supply of dagga safe and dry. He understood the basics of what the Egyptian was trying to convey. 'Don't suppose der was much plants around in da desert, ja?' he chuckled. He'd seen deserts before, once when he'd travelled out of South Africa and the other time when he'd gone to Algeria to travel to America.
'This? The dagga?' Amaury asked. 'Traded it when I got here. Didn't have much to trade though... Only little bits and bobs, ja?' He'd had to trade a few bits of jewellery for his addiction. It was cheap stuff given to him by his mother to keep him going. He assumed, in a moment of dumbness, that meat continuing his bad habits when more likely she meat buy food and supplies.
'Yeah. Ja. Ma bro's here. HEY LUUK!' he hollered. And the larger male came galloping in. 'Ja? Wassup? Who's dis?' 'Dis is Machi. Jus' train' him ta some hospitality, ennit?' he said, leaning over to nudge Machi's shoulder gently.
'Yeah, yeah. Imma use dat...' Amaury chuckled.
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