Workharder jolted.
"Yes, Mother-Queen! The white-flower peas… We mostly grow them for nectar. There's plenty of food in our stores to replace the loss."
"But what about other plants? They might evolve just as suddenly," I said. "We must be ready for our own famines… In the past two years, our population has increased dramatically. If our food production suddenly tanks, for how long will all these girls live on existing stores of food?"
Workharder frowned and leafed through the documents lying in front of her, then looked me in the eye.
"This is… a hard question. Our population grows every day, Father. But give me a few hours, and I will make an estimate. Should not be a problem!"
"Yeah, do that. In the meanwhile…" I turned to Tabletina. "I want you to update the lists of dangerous plants. We also need to more thoroughly test every new batch of seeds we prepare for planting."
Tabletina nodded.
