"No, no. I don't mind the help at all. Thanks." Max huffed, still out of breath from his mad dash through the town. He held tightly to the goat until Nettle had finished tying the thing up, something Max wish he had though to bring earlier. The man chuckled apologetically and started leading the animal back the direction they had come from, Nettle thankfully in tow.
"This one here is a little trouble maker, aren't you?" He scowled at the beast but it took no notice, continuing to nibble at the boldly colored fabric of Nettle's sleeve. "He's always trying to find new ways to escape, and today he found his opening while I was helping to fill the feeding pens." Max sighed heavily, wondering to himself how he could have screwed up such a simple task. He wasn't very fond of goats, but after a previous mishap on the farms, Max was no longer allowed to work around the cows. Laughing the embarrassment away, Max scratched the back of his head as he walked.
"Sorry to have pulled you away from your own party. You could have stayed and kept dancing with that girl... I wouldn't have minded."