Michael laughed openly, a huge smile on his face. "Greater praise than I've heard before, Miss Clara! My Da, he just shoveled it in without a word, he did." He took another bite off his own plate. "In the morning, you can show me what all needs to be done. If I can get that there steamer in the barn up and running, you'll soon to have a farm you'll be proud to call your own! " He took another bite, nearly polishing off his plate in the doing.I"It's really good." she choked, after she'd swallowed, stuffing another bite in before she could humiliate herself even further.
Wiping his mouth with the back of his sleeve, he stood to clear off the table. "And you should take things slow for the next few days, if you catch my meaning. I know this is your castle, so to speak, and I'll do as you say, don't worry about that. You have a job for me, and I'll have it done. The boss may be right and the boss may be wrong, but the boss is still the boss. You're a proud woman, I can tell, and I'd be a damn fool not to let you have your say." Michael opened the stove door to bank the fire, his muscled back towards Clara.
"But you're hiring me to take care of the place. By my reckoning, that means taking care of you as well, leastwise til you're one your feet. And working yourself to death when you have a hired hand... well, that's just stubbon, so tis." He turned back around and coughed uncomfortably. "There... now that that's said..." He coughed again.
"If you want to write up a list of whatever you need for the house, I'll see if I can find a way to town later this week."