[CW: reference to alcoholism]

Noah thanked the man and began eating. His cap was still on his head, the thought of food having distracted him from what little manners he had. Oh. This was good. He ate eagerly and forgot his the rest of his manners as well, until Mr. Meijer began about spirits. He looked up with mild interest. Anymore? Had he had a drinking problem? That hardly intimidated the boy. Half his family had a drinking problem. "I wouldn't bring no alcohol into yer house, ser," he promised with his mouth half full. He eagerly took the milk when it was placed before him. If the man decided not to hire him, at least he had gotten his stomach filled. "I'm eager to learn, ser. I want to start me own farm one day."