"Oh, Clark's grandpa has a cattle farm on the other side of our plot here."
Clark blinked and tilted his head a little, clearly surprised.
"You sold the back forty to him?"
"Of course I did. He needed it and I certainly couldn't work it on my own. The plot I've got is just the right size for my business and aside from the sale price, your grandpa agreed to two cows a season for me as part of it."
Clark looked resigned to the decision, but she nudged him regardless.
"You know your father kept that land mostly to consternate your grandfather. I'm not half so silly. I got a good price for it."
"I'm sure," since after all, the farmer in question was her father and Grandpa Clark had never done anything but try and help. He'd mostly quarreled with Clark's own father because the man was terrible at accepting assistance, even when the farm had been doing poorly.
Pushing aside a discussion for another day, Martha looked back at Fëanáro.
"Cow, dear. Though I've got venison if you'd prefer that." She glanced at Clark. "Your aunt's little ones started hunting this season. They brought in a lovely buck and she's always sending things over with Vernon."
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Clark blinked and tilted his head a little, clearly surprised.
"You sold the back forty to him?"
"Of course I did. He needed it and I certainly couldn't work it on my own. The plot I've got is just the right size for my business and aside from the sale price, your grandpa agreed to two cows a season for me as part of it."
Clark looked resigned to the decision, but she nudged him regardless.
"You know your father kept that land mostly to consternate your grandfather. I'm not half so silly. I got a good price for it."
"I'm sure," since after all, the farmer in question was her father and Grandpa Clark had never done anything but try and help. He'd mostly quarreled with Clark's own father because the man was terrible at accepting assistance, even when the farm had been doing poorly.
Pushing aside a discussion for another day, Martha looked back at Fëanáro.
"Cow, dear. Though I've got venison if you'd prefer that." She glanced at Clark. "Your aunt's little ones started hunting this season. They brought in a lovely buck and she's always sending things over with Vernon."