He chuckles warmly towards Hawkeye, the corners of his eyes creasing.

"It may also be worth going straight to the Town Hall and asking where they could use help, too. I believe I read in the papers that the farmers are looking for help with the planting season. I imagine they're especially anxious to have enough growing after the last season's famine."

He idly stacks the acorn tops. "Perhaps you'll earn enough favor to take home a share of the harvest, too. It'll be the only job where getting paid in peanuts is good."