"That it," Huston asks, "oh by the way thank you for the chickens they are great to have."

"No problem." Kaladin chuckled. "And yes, that's the main reason."

Huston nods once.
"Come and get it," A red-tan vixen calls out then notices Kaladin, "Welcome to our humble hom you must stay for breakfast."

Kaladin nodded. "If you'll have me I'd be happy to."

"Kids set an extra place," She yells to them, "Huston go see if the chickens have lai any more eggs."
"Yes mother," Huston quickly ran out to check the chicken coop and returns with one small egg, "just one this morning."
"Breakfast is nearly ready," Huston's mother says.

Kaladin waited patiently.

After a few minutes the table was set and food was on the table.
"Let the guest get what he wants first," Huston's father scolds as a kit tries to sneak a piece of food.

Kaladin tilted his head, then selected some frjuits and sat down with a short "Thank you".

"You're welcome."
The kits are squeezed on two long wooden benches and grabbing at food.
"Be nice all of you and share. Pass the eggs don't hog them."
"So Kaladin I overheard you're here for milk," One of the kits replies defending her plate, "is it for the kit?"
"Ana no need to be nosy," Huston replies, "you normally milk old Bessy don't you?"
"Yes."

"Actually, it's for a pup she found." Kaladin replied. "I'm pretty sure Bella is old enough to eat normal food...."