"Something to facilitate automatic grinding perhaps, or a simple hand machine that will convert less effort into more product," Bart muses, trying to remember enough of the food production side of his degree to nail something down. "I can get back to you with a plan and see what you might prefer. There is electricity available here, so that will make it a bit easier, it's just a matter of getting the parts together to try and put it together. I may need to outsource the labor to put it together, but I'm sure that it will be done it if means that you'll be able to provide something the village will enjoy." He actually looks more animated as he thinks all of this over, especially considering that it meshes his own skillset with the opportunity to expand what he knows how to do, with the promise of helping someone else.

He looks back at Max at the reassurance, and not for the first time he's rather blindsided by the up-front, earnest statement that he's made a friend. He colors faintly around the ears and looks back down the road instead. "I'd much rather be a background player anyway. I certainly wasn't built for being the center of attention."