"Pfft, thatching is dead grass. This is LIVE grass. It grows. It's supposed to be like, natural insulation or something. And I'm a wizard, of course. Magic makes goat messes go poof!"
He grabbed the chips, opening them with a ripping sound and popping one into his mouth. "Hmmm, these are the good kind too." He nodded, cocking one hip to lean against the kitchen counter. "Uh huh. Me, Heath, Merton and whatever pets Mert has snuck into the house in the last week."