"I can certainly think of worse things to do with your time and talents. You could probably be really successful with that, earn the gratitude of a lot of people around here. And don't worry about finding help around when you need it, there's always someone willing to volunteer." She's never done any farming of any kind, herself, but now she just might stop by wherever he ends up to see how he's getting along.

"Just Mag is fine. It's a pleasure to meet you, César." The sentiment is accompanied by a hand over his forearm, warm and tough but gentle as she gives it a squeeze. "I think we'll be in much better shape come spring, now that we've got the prospect of some fresh meat to look forward to."