"y'know, i might have to take you up on that." she looks down at the miltank, who's still staring longingly after lou's disappearing form. willow pats the cow on her head and breaks off a bit of the crumble on top of the pie. the miltank munches gratefully and plops down on the dirt. her ears still droop, but that'll change with time. 

"she lives right down the road. we'll take you to visit," willow promises. and even though the miltank probably can't understand her words exactly, she brightens at the sentiment. 

willow laughs. "greyson, i think we'll be needing to worry about supply instead of demand."

Greyson Connors

☉

"in the meantime," he interrupts, giving willow an encouraging smile, "why don't we have someone show you around?" he summons a shiny galarian rapidash, laying a hand on her creamy fur. "this is rae, maybe you two can see what you can find around here?" the duo wander, though the cow still looks a bit dejected. he isn't worried though, rae was quite a personality.
[break][break]
"yeah, you're right." he laughs, releasing a heavy exhale. "but with three hives we should definitely be okay. maybe more, if i can increase my numbers."

[attr="class","ooc"]willow atkins | mission[break]

[attr="class","pkspr pkmn-delphox"]

"i'm afraid i won't have time for more unless i get that assistant i mentioned." she's afraid greyson doesn't understand what a full-blown enterprise would entail. she's already running two businesses now and the honey was meant to be a side project, not a thing of itself. she has the space for more hives, but they'll need people if they want consistent harvesting, bottling, and selling. 

"but we'll worry about that down the road. first let's get 'em started." she takes a bite of her dessert and offers the other plate to greyson. 

"d'you wanna see the greenhouse? stretch your legs a bit?" her own are feeling a bit cramped from kneeling down and putting wood together for so long.

Greyson Connors

☉

he gives a nervous chuckle, skin flushing a tinge of red in embarassment. "right, i'll put some feelers out. i may know someone (aaron faust) who could use the work." he was a lazy bastard after all.
[break][break]
"yeah, that sounds good," he replies, taking the plate. he'd offered their break because he was getting tired, and his joints were killing him, but only now did he realize just how hungry he was.
[break][break]
"man, my mom would love this place. she always wanted a farm of her own." before she got sick, and what not. "she's also probably one of the only people who could strike fear into these bees." he laughs despite the lump forming in his throat.
[break][break]
he should pay her a visit after this.

[attr="class","ooc"]willow atkins | mission[break]

[attr="class","pkspr pkmn-delphox"]

well, there's probably no shortage of people who'd rather make themselves useful as farmhands rather than fight the good fight against aliens and monsters and who the hell knows what else? more often than she'd care to admit, she wishes bo would offer to work full time on the farm and give up his duties as a ranger, if only to keep him out of harm's way. 

"you're welcome to bring her," she says. "like i said, feel free to come and go on the property. all i ask is for a head's up." she takes a bite of food and sits back. 

"seems like you and your family have always wanted something like this. what's kept you from it?"

Greyson Connors

☉

"i'll see if i can't get her to come up, then." he says with a smile, holding the food in his hand, but not moving to eat it. her next question forces him to think about all the years he'd spent at home taking care of his mother. his expression turns solemn for a moment, before he quickly hides any traces of it away.
[break][break]
"money, i guess," and his mother's sickness, but he keeps that to himself, "there's never enough of it, it seems." he chuckles with the thought, but doesn't really feel it.
[break][break]
"count me lucky i found you."

[attr="class","ooc"]willow atkins | mission[break]

[attr="class","pkspr pkmn-delphox"]

"mm, you're right about that," she says. they've made due, all these years. the business has, quite frankly, done better since she'd taken it over from hre father. he was a good man, but his priorities hadn't always favored the money-making aspect of the shop. he'd taken in many more clients than he could handle, most free of charge. 

she'd felt awful for months after his passing, after asking people for coin in return for services they'd come to expect. but all of her friends, all of those close people she considered family - well, all they had to say was, finally! 'bout time you valued yourselves!

"we'll have to hammer out the details when this actually gets up and running. and it will." a sixty-forty split, then, in greyson's favor, she decides. they're his bees, after all. 

Greyson Connors

☉