[ Setting his notebook in front of him, Ethan adjusts his seating, finally meeting her eyes as she takes the jam. The farmers have so many, and sometimes they need the extra coins for themselves, their better form of pay being the product of their labor. The strawberries were coming by the dozen this season, and soon enough the pears would be ripe as well, not to mention all the vegetables. But fruits were usually the stars of their sales, and Ethan would get more than enough of a share when coins weren't plentiful (he didn't mind it one bit, but he had so much fruits and jam by now it would be a waste to have it spoil).

He doesn't associate the question with the punch mark noted on his face, trying to smile and shrugging his shoulders. He did pull a lot of genuine "I don't get it"s and "what's this word again"? There's some progress, but some. Ethan didn't learn so quickly by the books. ]

Promise I'll try and get as much as I can. [ Which was perhaps lodged at 30%. He points to the jar. ] That's from the farm! They're overloading with strawberries— that one's really good, It's Mr. Oyu's family receipt.

[ He meant recipe, but. ]