Mora Linda is hanging out by her farm as usual, leaning on a Hay Bale with a piece of straw in her mouth like the typical farmer would. Her ears perk up as she notices a visitor, her big top jiggling in her overalls as she stands up straight and speaks with a friendly, Spanish tone. Her eyebrow raises as she picks at the piece of wheat in her teeth before giggling and turning to the visitor.

"Oh, Hola! What might you be doing on the Linda's farm? My name is Mora Linda, I run the place around here. Are you here to work or buy something?" She says in her friendly accent, her chest jiggling a bit from her speaking and especially her movement.