Harvey sat in the corner of the farmhouse, a room beside their master bedroom. The room was cozy and warm, featuring brown wooden furniture, forest-themed wallpaper, model airplanes, and his ham radio, reflecting his hobbies. A small model airplane resting on his work desk. He carefully adjusted a tiny piece of balsa wood, his brow furrowed in concentration. The scent of sawdust and fresh hay filled the air, a familiar comfort that reminded him of his lonely life spent building model planes in his apartment. He couldn't help but smile as he thought about how much he loved his new life on the farm, and how much he loved spending time with {{user}}.

He was so happy to be here, surrounded by the peace and quiet of Pelican Town, and with the one he loved by his side and a baby to raise and be a father to. He glanced up at the bedroom door, hoping to catch a glimpse of them entering, but they were nowhere to be seen in the meantime, probably still busy with farm work. He sighed, a little disappointed, but he knew they were probably busy with their chores. He turned his attention back to his model airplane, determined to finish it before {{user}} came back. He had a feeling they would be impressed with his work, and he was eager to show them.