"She is stubborn and ill-mannered," Siggy said in answer. "But the man who sold her to me assures me that her line produces excellent milk."
Siggy looked up from the goat to eye the woman who spoke to her. Too thin, as were so many in this place. But having tasted their food, she could understand. And dressed in the manner of most of the others. Siggy, torn between fine fabrics and clothes that she did not approve of, had compromised by spending her days sewing more clothes in the style of her people, but using the brightly-dyed and soft cloth available to her. That she did her sewing while watching more of those wretchedly interesting "reality television shows" was nobody's business but her own.
"Once she has birthed, I can make proper butter and cheese, and the kid can be roasted for a feast." Siggy spoke matter-of-factly. "But for now, she is trouble."