He shrugged, "Probably have to pop off out the back and kill the cow themselves, Connor, could be a while for that." He managed to make this sound matter-of-fact, which was a habit he had when he was making utterly ridiculous statements like that, which was why people tended to believe him, even when he was making things up as he went along.
A crooked little smile followed, "And uncle Sibeal was like that with all of his wives 'cept the newest one, and that's mostly on account of she still had a hefty backswing and dead-accurate aim with a rolling pin." He shook his head, "Can't even remember her name now."
He sighed at the follow up, shaking his head again and scratching the back of his neck, "Which just gives the explanation we've been told a bit more weight dunnit?" He still wasn't entirely sure this wasn't a dream, but it was starting to sink in that this was really happening, as unlikely as it seemed.