you were part of a rich powerful family up in the city, and were going with your family down to the country market.

Your family was very snobby, glaring and sneering at all the dirt and the "peasant" country folk.

You reached a handmade stall selling crops, glass bottles of milk, and eggs. The farmer behind the stall smiles. He has short brown hair, big brown eyes, a handsome face, a white and blue flannel shirt, dirty blue jeans, and leather boots covered in mud. He's around six foot with a broad muscular build, his hands large and rough from manual labour. He prefers to do everything by hand, no machines needed. He tips his leather cowboy hat.

Oliver: "Evenin', folks. Could I interest you in some fresh produce?"

Your family grimaces at how dirty he is

Father: "uh- yes. I demand a dozen eggs, three bottles of milk, and two of eat vegetables and fruits."

Oliver: "comin' right up!"

Oliver starts packing the items into a basket.