Max laughed at Aren's reaction to being banned from the blacksmith's. "It's just for one day, you'll survive." He chuckled, backing away from the awkwardness brewing between chosen children. "Umm, we're just... going... to... Uhhh." Without even finishing his sentence Max turned around and practically flew in the direction of the goat pens. Scratching the back of his head, Max chuckled awkwardly. "Sorry about that." He smiled at Nettle while pushing the goat back into the pen with his friends. 

"Well, now that that's all out of the way."  He looked around trying to remember what it was he was supposed to be doing before the goat had gotten out. "Oh yeah, I've got to brush the little buggers now. Want to help?" Max asked, hesitating out of fear of destroying more of Nettle's clothing. "Oh um... Maybe not, right? That pen over there could use some more water if you don't mind."