The upper door to his stable was closed in spite of the heat trying to creep into the air--it was almost summer now, Basil's first summer on Kendra's farm. "Kendra," he replied, stretching out his legs. His paws caught hay at the edge of the blanket he was nesting in and he was sorely reminded that he needed to find more pillows and things that he could lie down on. He hadn't rented this place too long ago. It didn't quite feel like home yet. He stood and pushed the top half of the door open, looking down at Kendra's wrinkled old face.
"D'ya wanna make some coin?" Her smile was bright in spite of the oldness of it, her sun-weathered face all pleased and shaded under her hat.
Basil stretched out his back legs now, hearing his lower spine pop. Good. Nice. "Shit, can't say no to that. What do you need?" He nudged the lower door open too, slow, so Kendra could get out of the way.
"Got some mintnips I need to harvest, but honestly. They're huge and stuck deep this year.