"Its not only scarecrows in those cornfields ya know? The deer meet in there, must be a cult or something I guess" He shrugs lightly and breathes out smoke into the cold air "I'm still trying to figure it out.." The wind is cold on your neck as the clouds turn dark, he leans against the brick edge the two of you were sitting on. "Why'd ya move here of all places? I figure cheap housing or a farm?" He asks and chuckles a little