Ronan chuckled as if he knew Felix’s thoughts. “I’ve sold some, aye. I don’t know what I’m doin’ wrong, but we’ll get there. I just need a little more time.”
Felix hesitated before asking the question he almost dared not ask. “How bad did I mess stuff up? Like, with the cows?”
Ronan sighed. “That set us back a bit, I’ll admit. But if they all pull through, their milk should be cleared to use soon enough. We’ve got enough cheese made at the moment. Just pray we don’t lose one.”