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There was absolutely no way this guy was drinking as much milk as he was buying. After chatting with the others, she confirmed that he was only ordering it from her. He was needing it more and more frequently, so she assumed he was either using it to do something weird, or using it as an excuse to see her, though she had no idea why he would do that. At first she was pretty sure he was plotting her death. Admittedly, she was kind of nervous to see him coming without big burly guys around her. The day he ordered more milk and asked her to, this time, deliver to a place, and gave her a rune, she was truly frightened. Cal offered to go with her, and she told him she would wait until he was around to go, but she left without him.

She mustered up all the courage she could and pretended it was an ordinary milk delivery. She tried to make it quick, but this was the man who could come up with a hundred reasons to turn a simple milk exchange into an hour long visit. Looking around, she was clearly in a graveyard. Of course.. Where else would "Mr. Creepy", as Selena called him, ask her to meet him? But..they ended up sitting on the grass and telling stories, even laughing a little, for so long she forgot why she had gone there in the first place. It was very odd.

After that, she was anxious for his next visit. She was struggling not to admit to herself that she was actually looking forward to it. He was interesting and odd, much different than anyone else she regularly interacted with. Seeing him was a good way to break up a day full of mundane tasks, such as milking cows and churning butter.

Out of nowhere, with no warning, like usual, he appeared, this time as she was getting settled in her new house in the town of Blackmarsh. After getting past the shock of seeing him at her front door, with a chicken lizard close behind him, she realized he was looking to buy more milk. After feeding his chicken lizard, she went out to get his milk. When she returned, he broke the news to her that he wouldn't be ordering milk for a while, he was going away. There was no way to mask the disappointment. Looked like her life was going to be pretty boring for a while. Before he left, he took a little bundle of out his shirt, unwrapped it carefully, and placed an egg in her hands. He asked her to take care of it while he was gone, it came from the chicken lizard. She hoped it would keep her busy.

While she was still sure he was bat-rubbish crazy, and not at all positive he was not plotting her death, she couldn't wait to see him again. His stories were captivating , and the rush of the risk of spending time with someone so unpredictable was worth it. She just really hoped it wasn't the 'plotting her death' thing.
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