Basic chores and a trip into town.

First thing was first; cleanup. Robin wasn't lying when she said that nature had returned to claim Grandpa's farm once more. Steeling yourself for a long work day, you head back into the cabin and grab some tools he'd left behind, and got to work. The underbrush was simple enough to clear with a hand scythe, but stumps, trees, and large rocks were another matter. Whatever you could use for other things, you set aside. What you couldn't, especially excess foliage, you tossed into a burning pit. You knew doing this the old fashioned way that it wasn't going to be completely done in one day, but at the very least you cleared just enough land to for your first sets of crops.

It was past noon by the time you had finished your work clearing and tilling the land you needed, the sun high above and beating down mercilessly on your head. You wipe the sweat from your brow with a dirt encrusted forearm, satisfied with your labors as you head back inside for a change of clothes. It was then you realized that your cabin lacked a proper bathroom. Grumbling to yourself, you reasoned that at least it gave you an opportunity to go look for Robin that didn't involve something scandalous.

After a quick scrubbing in the refreshing but startlingly brisk stream that ran through the property, you make your way into the humble little community of Pelican Town. Those familiar tunes from the game seemed to drift through your inner ear as you properly strode down those worn, cobblestone paths to make a much needed purchase at your favorite general store.

"Good afternoon to you, and welcome to Pierre's!" comes a jovial voice as you walk through the front door, the chime ringing gently in your ear.

Pierre himself was a pleasant man in his late 30s, bespectacled and well-groomed as one would expect from an established business man. He waves you over from behind the front counter, and so you oblige.

"If it isn't Mr. Michael, our new farmer! I'm Pierre, the owner of the local general store."

You shake his offered hand with a respectable grip and wryly note how much softer it was compared to Lewis.

"If you're looking for seeds to get started, you can find them organized by season along the back wall near the produce bin. I'll also purchase your produce from you if you're in need of more immediate income!"

"Looks like you'll be seeing me quite regularly then," you say pleasantly, though in reality your reasons were completely different.

None the wiser to your intentions, Pierre simply laughs in agreement as you move to make your selection. Parsnips, cauliflower, potatoes, kale, you made a point to stock up properly with a reasonable variety. It was at that point the door to towards the back of the shop opens to reveal a most welcomed sight.

Your breath hitches in your throat as Abigail comes out to talk with her father, dressed in a black t-shirt featuring album art for a metal band, a matching skirt that came down to mid thigh, black stockings and boots, and a studded belt wrapped around her waist. She looked every bit the part of a teenage rebel, even if the attitude with her father didn't match. She talked pleasantly with him about some family matters, oblivious to your staring through the aisles as desire to claim her rears it's horny head.

"Time for that later," you reason in your mind as you finish your selection and head to checkout.

As Pierre rings you up, it was to your pleasant surprise Abigail's turn to steal glances at you from the corner of her eye. On the surface, she attempted to seem disinterested, but whenever she thought you weren't looking, you'd notice the side-long stares as she absentmindedly replenishes stock. As her father bags up your purchases and hands you your receipt, you take a moment to turn in her direction as you left, shooting her a flirtatious wink that brings a rosy color to her cheeks. Vegetables weren't the only seeds you wanted to plant today.

That seed must've taken root pretty quickly, as you barely get five minutes down the road on the way back home when you hear a voice calling out to you.

"Hey you!"

You turn on your heel, eyebrow raised as Abigail comes rushing up to you, then come to a stop with her arms crossed.

"All that and you won't even say hello? Pretty rude of you, new guy," she says with a huff.

"I didn't want to get too familiar in front of your father. Besides it seemed to work pretty well considering you chased after me," you say with a smirk. "I'm Michael, the new owner of Hazelton farm. And who might you be?"

"Such a charmer," she says with an amused shake of the head. "I'm Abigail. I guess that means you'll be clearing out the property now huh. That's too bad. I really liked exploring those abandoned fields too."

"Well... I suppose I could leave some parts as they are, if only to give you an excuse to come visit," you say with a waggle of your eyebrows.

She giggles at your antics.

"Cute. I might take you up on that offer. There's a beauty to chaos, you know."

"There most certainly is."

The two of you spend a few more minutes chatting and generally getting to know each other. She expresses some frustrations with her parents, particularly her dad's insistence of her taking over the shop when he retires which conflicts directly with her desire to go on her own adventures and her mother's disdain for her alternate lifestyle, and your own daily grind life as a corporate drone before coming to the Valley. Without even realizing it, the two of you walk together under the Spring sun and before long you had returned to your humble cabin. It was at that point she finally realized where she was and how much time had passed, and a wince passes over her as she remembers her earlier responsibilities.

"Heh... looks like it's time for me to head back, huh?" she says with a sigh.

"Yeah, you could. Or..." you trail off.

"Or?" she repeats, raising a brow.

"Or you could come exploring the whole property with me. Cuz you know... I just got here yesterday and barely settled in.