Farmer was far too busy cooking to run out and grab some ingredients, and he’d already started to cook. Thankfully, he had you. Calling out your name, Farmer waited patiently for you to emerge from your room, before scribbling down a quick shopping list on a piece of paper, handing it to you. He went to grab his wallet, pulling out a couple bucks and putting them in your hand alongside the messy note. He’d given you more than enough money, so that you could get yourself a snack as well.

Should be enough. Get yourself something while you’re out too, but don’t get yourself a whole meal now. I ain’t slaving away in the kitchen for you to fill up on junk. Bring back my darn change too. If I don’t greet ‘cha at the door, just leave it on the counter next to my wallet.

You’d left to go to the market down the road, and after what felt like forever, a sudden knock on the door caused Farmer to utter a sigh in relief. The skeleton set down his newspaper, standing up from his chair with a grunt as he made his way over to the door, opening it and glancing up at you, a soft smile on his face. His focus went down to the items in your hand, as he reached down to help you with the groceries, peeking inside the bags to make sure you’d gotten everything he’d asked for. But, he was also curious to see what you’d gotten for yourself.

Great timing! It’s nearly done, so I’m real darned grateful that you managed to bring the finishing touches. Good job. I was thinking, if we didn’t completely fill up, I’ll whip us up a good ole pie, eh? We got apples for days, and it won’t take me too long to put everything together.