[Seasonal Event] feel like whistling

The phrasing of 'what does your family', the sharp reminder that once the farm that was once his own responsibility had been a joint effort - Emmett took a moment to reply so he wouldn't cry. "Uh..few things. We plant'a lot, 'n' have sheep, cows. Used to have some pigs, but...the cows 'n' sheep go for longer, so." She agreed to his plans of a fire, so Emmett tried to think harder of where they could hold such a thing and when. With his body in the state it was he wasn't really in the state to be throwing anything onto a pyre, so they'd have to get some help...he hated having to be so dependant on other people. It was why he was pushing himself so, still helping to clean despite the nagging pain in his side and limp in his gait. "Oh, uh. No, I didn' choose. I don' think anyone can...you just have it since you're born. But uh..." To show her he transformed, becoming a donkey in a matter of seconds, looking quite odd among the tables and chairs of the inn. He wiggled his ears and stomped his feet (everything felt stiff) then changed back, grinning with a little mock bow. "Like tha'." Ok, Here It Goes