[Astralin isn't trying to perceive him, but damn. Damn, he really is noticing that he's turning red, and he raises an eyebrow within his own cup. Silently noting his facial features, but luckily, as he is a nice sort of fellow, doesn't say anything on it. If only so Shinji can keep his dignity. He's probably flustered this kid more than enough times today with his compliments, and he can read the room.

Speaking of reading the room, he can tell that the topic is a biiittt touchy, so he's more than happy to change topics. It's something that he can understand far too much, when it came to talking about his own childhood. Which is why he doesn't say anything of it, and simply offers a friendly smile to him instead. The corner of his lips curving into a light smile, as he thinks about his life back home.

War or not, his fields were untouched, and that was more than enough to make him happy.]

It is a large sized plot. Enough to fit a few farm animals, chicken and cows, mainly. There is a small river that runs up the fields, where we have river fish as well. None of the animals are for eating; simply there to be cared for. As for the crops, there are several flowers that my wife grows, and I simply grow the vegetables and fruit. Then, whatever surplus of food we have, I give to the villagers.

[When he talks about it, it's. Honestly not any different from what kind of life he would probably have here. Minus that parchment paper, this place didn't appear all bad. Maybe. He's going to eat those words, for sure.]

I do have a few dogs, and cats that wander into our fields that I care for as well.