Maes stops his pace, turning to see who was addressing him. He held the onions, scrutinizing them for a moment, and then dropping them. "No idea about luck. Guess that depends on how many recipes we can figure out that use onions. Should be able to store them for awhile though...it's getting cold enough that food housed outside shouldn't be a problem, especially if we bury them."

He scratches at his chin as another use occurs to him, "Wasn't someone wanting to try a garden anyway? Or is that even going to work?" He thought he'd heard that idea tossed around before, though he wasn't sure who was committed to the endeavor...or if it was even possible without sunlight or the growing season for that matter. Then again he'd seen weirder abilities.