You mean all that itchy dust they put in the air? [Which is a pain in the ass come spring time to anyone with a good enough nose. The air turned sickly sweet with it, concealing other more important smells.] I hate that stuff.

[Yeah he's not going to apologize.

He listens patiently, and takes his time to mull it over. Things are awfully boring around here lately...]

I don't know. That sounds like a lot of farm work to me. I did a couple of those trees earlier but that's it.