Cliff nodded. He knew all about keeping busy; between trying to keep the farm in the green (which was becoming easier and easier as more years ticked by), be a parent to two brats he’d taken to calling his kids (which earned him odd looks because at twenty three it was damn near impossible for him to have a fifteen year old, but it was easier than trying to explain his mum had saddled him with two siblings when she’d abruptly left) and having a social life, Clifford wasn’t sure what downtime was. And when he did have down time… he filled it with sticky fingers. Or drinking. Or both.

Following Miss Potts, he let out a shaky breath as he filled out his information. “Monday? I mean, I’m pretty home during the week days.” He’d have to ask Imane if he could send Meena over for a few hours for her to watch, or well… just drop her off and tell his little sister not to be a terror so she wouldn’t pester Miss Potts about who she was and whether she was here to date her brother. Cliff glanced up at her and offered her a smile before he narrowed his eyes at the bowtruckle and mimicked it, sticking his tongue out at it.

“And please don’t bring that thing. They’re awfully hard to get rid of when it comes to trees.” And I just might step on it by “accident” if it comes to my farm.

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