"I'll speak with him about his food hoarding tendencies," Zelda said. "Although his favorite dishes do use a lot of milk. Is there anyone we could possibly buy our own milk-producer from? I can speak with Bolton about fixing up the animal shed, and maybe get a cow and some chickens of our own there. It's either going to get use, or it's going to get torn down. There's no point in having it up otherwise."
She looked at Pruce. "Feel free to deny him customer rights if he comes in and tries to buy anything, since I already did. Just hand him the bill and tell him to make good on the tab. I'll leave the milk here though. Oh! Before I forget, do you sell journals and note paper?"