[Honey]

The work got finished at least a couple hours quicker than when he worked alone, and having only two hands to pull the weeds the stranger worked more efficiently than he ever would have guessed he could. He did not say much when they were done, and instead simply signaled to the boy to follow him to the house for his payment, though it was clear he was reluctant to follow. The pungent smell of cabbage soup would no doubt keep the boy away, but as he scooped it into two mismatching bowls and set one onto the table for the boy it did not seem to matter with how poorly it smelled, or possibly tasted, with how quickly the soup was quickly eaten. Taking another spoonful of his own, he looked across to the other, "What's yer name, stranger?"