Alice had to admit, just talking about small things with Brandy was a lot of fun. She loved shepherd's pies herself, but didn't mind a good apple one...even eventually coming to admit that she wore cotton bloomers, the most utterly boring underwear, because they were way cheaper than anything else. Alice was also revealing she was kind of a penny pincher when it came to herself, which was probably obvious from her lack of casual clothes. 

[color=ed1c24][b]"It sure is a real farm,"[/b][/color] Alice said, tail wagging. The wide open space and smell of nature all around...how heavenly it was to travel outside of town for once. Though, at the mention of helping them plant, Alice had the feeling it'd be a recurring theme of her having to remind Brandy they were here to kill a rabbit, not help as farmhands. Speaking of the job, the overseer HAD to be Dooch. He matched the client description that was mandatory, otherwise...how would adventurers know who's actually hiring them, and who's mooching free work and skipping out on paying them. 

[color=ed1c24][b]"That's our client right there Brandy,"[/b][/color] Alice said, dragging Brandy on over.[color=ed1c24][b]"Hello there! I take it that you're Mr. Dooch, the man who put up the job for that rabbit?"[/b][/color] Alice felt like the faster she got to getting this done, the less likely Brandy was to run off and do farm work while Alice did the hunting.