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Will is in one of the fields outside, doing his best to get the farm running again.

The weather is nice so his shirt is off and it feels good to have the sun on his back though he's still stiff.

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"Yeah, Will. Sure." Sam takes advantage of the rocking to throw a flurry of punches.

And Will falls over again, wincing a bit at his back.

"You okay?"

Will's a little slower getting up,

"Aye, will be fine."

"Certain?"

"Aye, certain, naught to worry ye."

"Your move, then."

"'rhaps stop for a time, just need to rest."

"Think I may've been right t'be worried. C'mon, we can cook something. Waffles, maybe."

"Waffles, na sure what they are but do sound good."

"They are good."

Will leans on Sam slightly as he grabs his shirt,

"Then best for me to meet 'em."

"I'm sure you'll get along very well."

"Aye, good, 'rhaps clean off me back a bit 'fore Kate sees it an worries."

"You just want an excuse for a backrub."

"Na from ye, just get some o'the dirt out is all since canna reach back there an see if its bleedin'."

Sam peers at Will's back, then quickly forms one finger into a knife and slashes across his wrist. Instead of blood coming out, fresh water with some form of soap does. Which stings because gah, ow, soap water is not meant to be inside your veins.

Still, the wound closes up fairly quickly, and Sam uses the water to clean most of the dirt off Will's back.
"Little bit of bleeding." Eventually.

The shapeshifting makes Will look at Sam with awe and confusion,

"Thank ye."

"No problem."

"Waffles, aye?"

"Sounds good."

"Aye, so what should we be doin' then?"

"Start throwing some flour, eggs, milk and sugar together. I'll go search for a waffle maker."

"Oh aye, can do that."

Will goes searching for all the ingredients and a bowl.

Sam drops down, rummaging around in the cupboards for a waffle maker.