Launcelot shifted in his seat, setting himself for an extended talk. Under his armor-laden frame, the seat protested loudly, but it valiantly held on. One day, Li noted, he would replace all the old and failing things in this house with brand new versions. Although he did have a certain fondness for the disrepair – it added a bit of a rustic sense to the farm and the cottage.
"You are a foreigner, unknowing of the histories of our lands," began Launcelot.
"I know more than you think. I'm more scholar than farmer, if I say so myself, and I've read up on this land's history."
Launcelot shook his head, his blonde curls wiggling with the motion.
"What I say has been uprooted from the annals of history."
"That, too, I already suspected."
Launcelot raised a brow, and Li continued. "All I'm saying is, you don't have to treat me like a foreigner. Speak your mind naturally."