He placed the axe head back down against the porch pillar so no one else would trip on it. Offering a hand over to her. "May I?" Yes, he was asking if he could hold the puppy.

"I plan to clear room for a field like Mark did, but for the wheat, Your welcome to plant with me if you want. I know much of wheat now. I worked on a wheat farm not long ago." He didn't care to go into the less than happy details but it was an oddly good time of his life despite the horrors that happened. "Wont be ready until spring at least, but yes, and we do need bread." He liked how level headed Margaery was.

"Last month yes." He moved a hand down to his belt. "This, and a few other small things. A razor and strange cream and the nails." He offered, since he had already given her one of the nails to keep for her leather working.