Cliff blinked. It wasn’t often that he was speechless, but then again it wasn’t often that someone thought his job was fascinating. If he blushed a bit, well, he minded his business. “Magical things. I don’t well, make them - “ He wasn’t smart enough for that, nor did he have a desire to. “I just… grow the wood.” Cliff felt the need to clarify, just in case she didn’t quite pick up on it.

His eyes were drawn toward where she nodded to, and Cliff nodded his head. “Sounds like a good time. I like to play quidditch, but I wouldn’t dream of using a broom that hadn’t been tested.” He laughed, albeit awkwardly. He absolutely would hop on a broom that wasn't tested to take it for a test ride. It’d always been a dream to be a professional, but it was something unachievable. (He had to live through Astorwood and Aldridge.)

Speaking of money, Cliff blinked again at the offer. “I uh…” He narrowed his eyes at her, assessing her. People weren’t nice to him. Which he deserved, because Cliff was not a nice person himself. She didn’t seem to have malicious intent from what he could see - he was very protective of his farm because it was his livelihood, and the only people invited over were people he trusted. “Ah. Yeah. If you really want to.” He just wished he wouldn’t live to regret it.

Stepping forward, he wiped his hands against his pants, dirt always seemed to be stuck to them, before he offered his hand to her. He didn’t try to smile. “Clifford Hillicker. It’s nice to meet you?” He didn’t mean to pose it as a question; he just wasn’t sure what to think of her.

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