There's a sigh from the farmer as he eyes the two of them one last time before looking down to the boys at his sides.

"Hurry in and take them with you, fix them some tea or milk. I don't care. I need to deal with the commotion in the field."

Having decided the two aren't a threat (how can they be, in nightgowns and looking so pathetic?) the man makes his way off toward the crowd in his field, clearly not pleased, mumbling to himself about how they better not be ruining his crop before harvest.

"...Come on then." The older of the two said, gesturing for Alois and Ciel to follow. Into the house they went, sitting down as instructed at a small wooden table, two teacups set out for them as the kettle was filled with water and set on the stove.

"You're not with them then...that group in the field?" The answer was two shaking heads - no.