Alistair nodded at Conor's instructions and began putting the milk into the containers, it wasn't a hard job, and nor would it take very long for them both to do it. There was something about this though, that made him think of his dear mother and father, he did often allow his mind to wander. He was just daydreaming, remembering the time they'd gone camping and had a picnic... he could still remember how his mothers fresh baked brownies tasted. His stomach let out a low grumble and he realized how hungry he was becoming. Alistair was almost half way done when Thomas came running into the barn, seemingly to make an important announcement. He couldn't help but think how sweet his nephew actually was. Once he'd delivered his message and bounded back in the direction of the house, Alistair couldn't help but let out a slight chuckle. There was something about that child, nothing seemed like a chore to him but simply an adventure.<br/>Finishing up putting the milk into the bottles, he put them in the box and made his way out to the front of the barn where Conor was already waiting. "Sorry to keep you" he muttered and tried to put on a half smile, but today was just one of those days where he really missed his mother and father. Everything seemed to remind him of them. He tried shaking the feeling and putting it out of his mind and wondering what breakfast would be like as his stomach let out another gargle. Alistair sighed and continued walking. Once he'd gotten back to the house, he kicked his shoes off, them hitting the wall with a soft thud and padded into the kitchen with the box of milk.<br/>"Where'd you want these" he asked, no one in particular.