"Is that not a funny name? What makes names funny?"

"Keveres is a perfectly ordinary name."

"Why?"

"Because people name their kids that," he huffs. Whether the huffing is due to the physical exertion of cutting hay or frustration at her is ambiguous.

"Oh. What is this plant?"

"Clover."

"Is it tasty?"

He looks at her like she started growing seaweed out of her ears. "No."

"Why are you growing it?"

"T'feed the animals," he says, in a tone of voice intended to communicate that this is supposed to be obvious.

"What animals?"

"Sheep. Cows. Horses."

"Why do you feed them?"

"...Look, why are you even here?"

"I'm curious about you."

"Well, we're really busy getting the hay in right now, and I don't really have time to answer idiot questions from cityfolk who don't know one end of a cow from the other. Even magician cityfolk."

"I'm not a cityfolk."

"I don't have time to answer questions from simpletons, either."

"Oh. Maybe you could tell me which end of a cow is which so I won't be a simpleton?"

--That actually gets him to laugh.

...Water giggles along.

"Look, we really are busy right now. Come back in the evening when the sun starts going down and maybe I'll have a little time for you."

"Okay." She flies around till then.

He can be found sitting on a stump whittling something and watching the sunset.

"Hi! What are you doing?"