Alistair sighed and decided it was time to do something after all and followed Conor into the hall. Pulling on his leather boots and lacing them up, even though he was still kind of in his pajamas, he headed into the little room where they put the empty bottles to be refilled when they went to collect the milk. He wasn't really into the whole farm thing, sure he'd grown up there but he wanted to go onto bigger things one day. Shake the dust of the small town off his feet and really make a mark on the world. He wasn't sure exactly what he wanted to do. But it didn't involve staying on the farm forever. He walked out the porch door and made his way down to the barn to help Conor get the milk. It wasn't that he minded helping, he just would for the most part be doing something else. The others seemed so excited about this picnic and although he would have rather be going out with his friends, his current predicament meant that wouldn't be an option, so he might as well go with them instead of moping about the house all day. He thought to himself, losing himself in thought as he made his way down to the barn, box of milk bottles in hand.<br/><br/>Once he got to the barn he set the box of empty milk bottles down and looked over to where Conor was stood.<br/>"What would you prefer that I did first?" Alistair questioned softly, even though for the most part he didn't really talk a lot, when he did it was always so cool and soothing almost with a tone that could soften the hardest surface. He always sounded eloquent, even when he shortened his words and sentences down like most boys his age. He brought his thoughts back to the moment in had and looked around, the day was already starting to heat up and the sun was already beaming. The others were right, it was going to be a nice sunny day. He watched the way Conor got everything ready, he never knew how he did it with such ease. Alistair had tried a couple of times but for the most part he just ended up making a mess of things.