He doesn't even have to make eye contact to know she's still not thrilled. He had gotten very good at reading people's body language as he got older. The quieter he gets the more observant he was to people in general.

"Butter we could have." He waved a hand dismissingly. He never cared about butter, it was mostly why he never mentioned it. That and he doesn't quiet know how its made just that it's a pain in the ass. He's got enough pain in the ass projects going on already. "Kate might know how. " He added as if his own way of saying not to bother asking. He sat the box aside and leaned back on one of the supports of the porch looking up to Jo now that she was beside him. Sometimes sitting this close together he really notices how she looked frozen in time from his memories of the other world.

"Even if we plant wheat now. Won't be ready before spring. It's a fall crop." He didn't have that unsure tone he got often. Like with the tree felling. He sounded confident in it. "Wheat would have been useful when we first came." It would not be the strongest but it would have been nearly ready by now.