Frank frowned and shook his head.<span style="color: #4dffa6"> "maybe instead of fighting you should try talking about what is bugging you..."</span>he shrugged and nodded.<span style="color: #4dffa6">"maybe, but farming really is simple... hard work certainly, but not complicated."</span>he smiled a little and nodded.<span style="color: #4dffa6"> "i think everyone who loves someone feels like that person deserves more sometimes. well you shouldn't be walking all over anyone, especially not someone you love."</span>he frowned and looked at Vyre's belly and then back at her.<span style="color: #4dffa6">"that doesn't make any sense and it don't really matter either way, being pregnant has got to be hard on the mind and the body and you shouldn't be dealin with anymore stress then you have to. it ain't my business to go pryin into your lives, especially since every time one of you volunteers information half of what you say don't make no sense anyway and you don't even finish your sentences the other half of the time. but that's your business and you can keep it if you wanna. you certainly weren't expectin an eight years dead father in law to barge into your lives in the dead of night anymore then i expected to get tackled by a steam tank disguised as an Elf calling me papa in the middle of nowhere. you'll tel me what you wanna tell me in your own time and that's the way it should be. i know all i really needed to know, my Anna is safe, happy and has a pretty good life from the look of this place, this room is nearly as big as the house we lived in back in South Shore."</span>he looked around with a smile but it turned to a frown.<span style="color: #4dffa6">"do Night Elves not like windows or something?' </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>