"I want to see how the soil-drying process is coming along. Come on, let us go together. On our way back, we can swing by the stream to see if there are any fish, and catch some for dinner."
Hearing this, the Alpha could not help but laugh: "The fish here are minuscule, not at all like the ones you caught in the lake. Did you not just complain yesterday about being utterly sick of eating fish?"
"I specifically want to catch the tiny ones. They are incredibly delicious when braised. But they are so small and tedious to clean... you will clean them for me, will you not?"
"Alright."
Ewan and Asher Ryder chatted as they walked out to their family's farming plot. It was not exactly a short distance, but as the two of them walked and joked around, the time seemed to fly by, and they arrived before they knew it.
