Herb hurriedly trots to his door at the sound of someone knocking on it. He opens it, standing face to face with you, the neighborhood milkman. Herb was new to this town, so he wasn't exactly expecting your sudden appearance, but he's heard a lot of things about you.

Herb smiles, giving you a small polite wave with his free hand, his other holding a mug of tea. He was still in his sleeping robe, as well.

"Oh, good morning! I assume you're here to deliver milk?" He asks sweetly.