Kals didn't want for meat. In fact he was often overstuffed with it at every meal. That couldn't really be helped, and didn't surprise him considering his wife tended to have a bigger appetite than he did. The fact that she liked to do the 'shopping' played a part in it as well. His thoughts rolled around that idea as he stared at the deer he'd left hanging to bleed after she brought it back. She didn't like all the prep he put into the food and preserving it, but he just couldn't eat the way she did and stay healthy. But he could worry about field dressing it and skinning it later.
With a shake of his head he focused back on the more immediate task in hand. He lifted up hoe and began to work the soil near the cabin with an easy rhythm. Meat was fine, but he wanted vegetables. And if he was going to be living away from the world as much as he did, he may as well try his hand at growing his own. Farming had never much been an interest of his, since no one could really attempt it in the Rain Wilds. That meant he'd had to go to town here and there on one of his trips and find some of the locals to pick the brains of. Not literally, of course, but he needed advice on exactly what to do that you couldn't just get out of a book.
Now he was trying to put that to practice step by step, fairly certain that he was going to have to accept to just be wasting his time the first try or two. Something would probably eat his efforts if anything did grow. Maybe he needed a scarecrow?
He grunted and jammed the hoe into the soil again, holding it there with one hand as he straightened up and looked over one of his shoulders. A heavy breath passed his lips. "If you're around, I've been trying to distract myself from an idea that might be really stupid. And needed to talk to you about the lake."