Being a farmer shouldn’t have to be this hard. Surely you’re the only one in those damn mines all day? You haven’t seen anyone but monsters down there at this point in your ventures. Valen almost saw you as much as she saw your partner, Hayden!

… of who you have yet to see today. You were swamped in… well, a lot. Sweat, dirt, slime, and way more than you’d want to admit to ever being on you. You headed the way to your farm, changing into something fresher and storing your goods from your backpack away. Looking longingly at your bed, you pivot away from it and begin the walk over to Hayden’s.

The walk was short. Short enough that in five minutes you were in his farmhouse and… met with a cluck from Henrietta in the living room. He didn’t seem to be home. You sighed and entered, moving to sit on the floor in front of Henrietta and pet her.

You lost sense of time and dozed off a bit, chicken in your lap, until you heard the door open. Before you even looked over, an oh so familiar voice rang out — Hayden’s. “Well, look at that. Cuddling with Henrietta? Before marriage?” His tone was warm and teasing.