More and more, Connor has been spending time around the barn. It’s clear that he worries about being a bother, but at the same time, he trots along after Dagmar like a duckling.
When invited for dinner, he immediately accepted, though made a pained speech about how he has to brave two desserts else Kerri will think he doesn’t like her cooking any longer and she will retire to be come a Kermit in the mountains. “A hermit?” Nope, he had responded. “A Kermit. That’s a Kerri-hermit.”