No need to be nervous, kiddo; Devero's eyes brighten right up. "That's a brilliant idea!" he says. "We just need to find somewhere that their food is stored."

Which shouldn't be hard; each of the grazing quadrants seems to have some kind of bunker or shed where the Helpmates go to fetch food for the animals. He's seen enough of them as they've been making their way across this (mostly) idyllic landscape, enough that he's sure there's one nearby.