The estate had belonged to her parents, which Patience would have explained if Zach had asked. She didn't quite fit the profile of a wealthy pureblood in this society, but nevertheless, that was the family that she came from. Chastity fit into the image of that much better, fit into the standards that people expected from this government. Patience was somewhere in the middle, and she made do with that.
Her house, though, the smaller cottage behind the manor, suited her very well. It was open, charmed for the air to warm or cool to a pleasant temperature as it came in when it was cold, so that she could keep the feeling of being light and airy even during the cold winters or hot summers. Of course, she could also close the doors anytime she liked to build a fire and make it cozier, but right now she had the doors and windows open, letting the air in. It was still crisp and refreshing, even if it was warmer when it reached them than it had been outside.
"I could," she said with a grin. "It's just that I'd rather bake for people who come to my home. I do bring pies or pasties to the shop, sometimes - I did that last year when I had an overabundance of pumpkins - but I practically gave them away. I don't think food should cost much." After all, she paid hardly anything for her food, except for the things she couldn't grow or raise. Most of her plants were nearly a decade old, or older, since she'd started gardening even before Hogwarts. She did buy meat, reserving her few chickens for eggs only, since she had never been able to bring herself to kill any of them.