Marcus grinned. "Can't terrify the sheep. I need them." Terrified sheep didn't breed, didn't do anything properly, and he needed the flock to stay healthy. After all, it was a source of lamb, mutton, and wool.
"Good, yeah, that all sounds just right." Marcus totaled it all up in his head, and it seemed like a decent amount. "Might be more later, when I think of it, but I can always stop in again."
He nodded at that. "Course I wouldn't mind. Wouldn't have said it if I did." Which was the plain old truth; Marcus didn't offer things to be polite. "Some weekend, yeah, come on over and fly. Let me know when you're free and we'll do it then. S'not a great pitch--s'only half after all--but it's good for getting in the air, trying things out, and flying." He couldn't help the grin at that. For a long time he'd been the only one on that pitch, and it had been very good to have Isaac there.