It's a perfectly reasonable question, but one Sirius hadn't considered needing the answer to; it's honestly only luck that he knows about the zalpaca preference for strawberries, as he's never been industrious about much of anything here apart from skulking about and smoking too many cigarettes. And, perhaps, casually but openly admiring a shirtless manly form, despite (or perhaps because of) its owner's prissiness.

"The fields?" he guesses, but it's little more than that: Absolutely no one should or would trust him with cultivating anything. "Or the kitchen at the inn, they have them there sometimes."