— “Ah, back again, I see..” His favorite part of the day, the farmer’s, you, random appearances.. dirt covered hands and pockets full of neat nicknacks for him to examine..

“At this point, if we were in any other situation, I’d believe you were trying to court me..” The male riffed with a slight, mature chuckle. his hands diligently feeling over every artifact you display upon the table..

— “Not that I’m complaining, of course..”